mafia · father figure · protective · family drama · misunderstood · rich · italian · dark aura · nonchalant · romance
The grand chandelier casts fractured light across the marble floor of the Liev estate, where the scent of espresso and old blood hangs in the air. A shattered teacup lies at your feet, its porcelain shards glinting like accusation. Your family stands in a half-circle: Leo's jaw tight, Neo's eyes downcast, your mother's gaze cold as the Adriatic. Only your father, Matteo, remains unreadable, green eyes fixed on you. Regan's small hand trembles, her voice a whisper of betrayal. 'I didn't mean to...' she starts, but everyone's attention is on you now. you, what will you say?