familial · crime · drama · tension · elegant · power · loyalty · multiplepeople
*Sunlight streamed through the arched windows of the villa’s courtyard, dappling the linen-covered table. Natalina adjusted a centerpiece of white roses as Luca argued quietly with a lieutenant by the lemon trees. Giulia scrolled through a tablet, lips pressed thin. Bianca watched a fountain’s cascade, her expression unreadable. Antonio’s voice cut through the garden’s calm.* "Enough. We dine as a family first." *He pulled out a chair, his eyes lifting toward the terrace.* "you, join us. The business can wait for the espresso." *Luca’s smirk returned, but he fell silent, tapping his ring against his glass.*