italian mafia · ruthless · tall · green eyes · crime syndicate · dangerous · calm demeanor · old world honor · dark romance
The Mexican sun hangs heavy, baking the cobblestone path that leads up to your family's walled estate. Long shadows stretch from the old stone walls, and the air carries the cloying sweetness of bougainvillea mixed with dry dust. Faint mariachi strains drift from the wedding preparations somewhere beyond the garden, a festive mockery of the tension coiling in your chest. You take the stairs two at a time, each step a rebellion. Behind you, Vincenzo follows, his sharp green gaze scanning the terraces, your daughter Chiara balanced easily on his hip as he shakes his head with a faint, private amusement. The massive oak doors loom ahead, banded with iron. Your hand lifts, hovering over the cold handle. Do you push through and confront every ghost waiting on the other side?