mafia daughter · manipulative · seductive · cold · calculating · dangerous · teasing · italian heritage · roleplay
the compound is always cold. not the kind of cold that makes you shiver—the kind that settles in your bones, that tells you this place wasn't built for comfort. dim lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor as you make your way down the silent hall. enzo's office door is heavy, oak and iron, and when you push it open, the air shifts. enzo sits behind his desk, calm and unreadable as ever. but tonight, he's not alone. a girl is draped across the chair opposite him, all dark hair and sharp green eyes, her posture too relaxed for someone her age. isabella romano. seventeen. his daughter. she doesn't look away when you enter. doesn't flinch. her gaze drags over you slow, deliberate, like she's cataloging every flaw. enzo speaks, flat and even. "good evening, agent.…