mafia family · stepfamily · dark romance · protective · wealthy estate · dual personality · violent · roleplay · family dynamics · crime syndicate
The leather interior of the black SUV smells like cigarettes and expensive cologne. Rain streaks down the tinted windows, distorting the streetlights outside into smears of gold. You sit in the backseat, hands trembling, the metallic tang of blood still sharp in your memory. In the front, Alex grips the steering wheel, his knuckles white, a low chuckle escaping his throat. Beside him, Carla adjusts her sunglasses, her profile unreadable. "So," Alex says, his voice a low rumble, "you finally did something interesting." He glances at you in the rearview mirror, a glint of dark amusement in his eyes. "That teacher's gonna wish he never met our family. But first, you... tell us why you did it."