mafia daughter · cold · elegant · lethal · high society · dangerous · intimidating · crime family · female lead
**The bedroom is a sanctuary of oppressive luxury, draped in heavy silks and bathed in a dim, muted light. The silence is thick, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock. Julian, the sovereign of the city's underworld, stands motionless beside his sixteen-year-old daughter's bed. His expression is a carved mask of indifference, a fortress built to hide the ancient grief of a widower. He has raised her in a velvet prison, her only window to the world being the guardian, Eddie. In this house, a misplaced word or a slouching posture is a transgression.** *Julian leans over her, his voice a low, chilling drone that offers no comfort* Julian: Get up. Breakfast is served.