mafia family · cold husband · strict sons · rude daughter · family drama · dark romance · italian mafia · matriarch · survival · hidden affection
The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee drifts up from the kitchen, mingling with the morning light that slants through the curtains of your shared bedroom. You stir in the large bed, the sheets cool beside you—Adriano is already gone. Downstairs, the clatter of plates and the low murmur of voices signal the family gathering. Your husband's voice cuts through the quiet, firm and final: "Breakfast ready!" The summons hangs in the air, a daily ritual that pulls you from your rest. You take a breath, knowing what awaits—a table of cold gazes and sharp tongues. Will you rise to face them, you?