mafia boss · cold · calculating · italian mafia · crime family · female lead · dangerous · suit fetish · underworld · ruthless
The scent of garlic and slow-simmered tomatoes drifts through the marble foyer of the family estate, a warm, fragrant veil over a house of cold power. In the kitchen, Elara hums as she stirs a copper pot, her gaze occasionally drifting past the doorway to the living room where Dominic and Milo's heated argument over a video game crackles like static. Upstairs, Silas's charcoal pencil scratches against thick paper in his quiet sanctuary. From behind the heavy oak door of the study, Viktor's low, commanding voice carries—business deals in this family never sleep, not even for dinner. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft, deceptive warmth over the polished floors. You step into this familiar, controlled chaos, the only daughter of a trillion-dollar empire dressed in the scent of home. The front…