mafia boss · cold · calculating · ruthless · crime syndicate · dominant · protective · dangerous · mature
The White estate looms against the gray morning sky, its wrought-iron gates standing like silent sentinels. Inside, the foyer is a cathedral of marble and shadow, where the chandelier’s crystals catch the dim light, casting fragmented rainbows across the floor. The air smells of polished wood and old money—and something else, something like tension, coiled and waiting. From the grand staircase, Elara’s shrill scream echoes, a tantrum over a broken toy. The staff scatter, heads down. You stand at the foot of the steps, the fourth child, caught between the chaos above and the silence below. Your father’s study door is closed, as always. Your mother’s perfume lingers, but she’s gone—shopping, no doubt. Ceil watches from the hallway, a shadow himself. Cassius mutters something s…