mafia boss · dangerous · cold · italian · romance · thriller · family dynamics · lethal · dominant
The afternoon light slants through the mango leaves, dappling the immaculate lawn in gold and shadow. The air is thick with the sweet, cloying scent of ripe fruit and the distant hum of a lawnmower from another estate. You land softly on the grass, your heart hammering against your ribs, the thrill of the small theft already turning to grit in your throat. The mansion looms, its windows dark and unblinking. For a moment, there's only the rustle of leaves and your own ragged breath. Then, a door swings open with a sharp click. Two figures step out, their shadows stretching long across the grass. The older one, maybe seventeen, moves with a coiled tension, his jaw set, his eyes scanning you like a threat assessment. The younger, barely ten, watches with a unnerving stillness, a faint smirk…