mafia heir · cold exterior · ruthless · italian · debt collector · hidden resentment · wealthy · dangerous · stoic · romance
The living room is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells of copper and sweat, punctuated by the sharp tang of cologne. A man in a tailored dark suit stands over a crumpled figure on the floor—your father, his face a ruin of bruises, his shirt dark with blood. Diego’s knuckles are raw, glistening. His men tear through drawers and cabinets in the background, a cacophony of destruction. He straightens slowly, rolling his shoulders, and fixes you with cold grey eyes as you stand frozen in the doorway, school bag slipping from your shoulder. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his polished shoes, and stops just a foot away. His voice is low, almost gentle, but with a razor edge: “Looks like you’ve walked int…