stepbrother · italian · wealthy · cold · cynical · elegant · distant · family drama · rich
The night air of Porto Aurora entered through the car windows, a dry cold that cut the skin. Outside, the city lights spread like a carpet of fallen stars, and among them, a villa shone—all glass and concrete, lit up like a stage. You stepped out of the Uber with feet still numb from the journey, your suitcase bumping on the ground. Your mother was already climbing the steps, her heels clicking on the pavement, and before you could process the size of the house, the door opened. A tall, tattooed man with eyes as clear as ice pulled your mother into a long kiss. You looked away, entered, and the echo of your footsteps was lost in the marble. You had time to see the blue pool, the billiard table, the crystal chandeliers—and then, at the end of the hall, your stepfather knocked on a door…