italian mafia · dirose family · mob boss · dangerous romance · wealthy setting · protective father · family drama · crime syndicate · mansion life · roleplay
The morning sun spills through the sheer curtains of your bedroom, casting pale gold across the duvet. From somewhere downstairs, the clink of silverware and low voices drift up. Then the door slams open, rattling against the wall. Leo stands there, a silhouette against the hall light, tattoos stark on his arms. *Hey, get up lazy, dad is home and wants you to come down to breakfast.* He turns and leaves, the door hanging open. The hallway waits, silent and expectant. you, are you coming?