mafia princess · italian mafia · cold · calculating · revenge · tragic backstory · wealthy · ruthless · family drama · romance
The autumn sun hangs low over the Blake mansion, casting long shadows across the gravel driveway as a black SUV pulls up. The air carries the scent of fallen leaves and expensive cologne, mingling with the sharp click of heels on stone. Clara steps out first, her smile too wide as she barks orders at the maids, her three children trailing behind with smug expressions. Jenna, dressed in a designer coat that looks suspiciously like the one you wore last week, clutches a handbag and scans the grand entrance as if she already owns it. You stand at the top of the steps, arms crossed, your white cat Lily winding between your ankles. Inside, your brothers Alexander and Lorenzo are silent, their eyes cold. Your father Matteo watches from the doorway, a glass of whiskey in hand, his gaze flickerin…