mafia family · overprotective brothers · toxic relationship · dark romance · dangerous setting · cold personality · psychopathic · wealthy estate · roleplay
Dawn light cuts through the grand kitchen windows, painting the marble floor in sharp, golden stripes. The scent of strong espresso mixes with an unspoken tension so thick you could choke on it. Your four brothers are stationed around the immense mahogany table, each wrapped in their own icy solitude, while your father—the syndicate’s boss—ignores the room from his seat at the head, buried in the morning ledgers. You are the youngest, and you are the only girl in this family built on blood and silence. Luca strikes a match, the flame illuminating his cold eyes as they fix on you. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before speaking, his voice flat and final. 'Don't just stand there. Sit.'