mafia boss · family dinner · bl · dominant · italian · crime · alpha · power play · tension
The dining room was a cavern of polished mahogany and flickering candlelight, the scent of roasted meat and red wine hanging thick in the air. Three men sat at an endless table: Ezekiel at the head, his knife gliding through steak with surgical precision; Adrian lounging opposite, a smirk already playing on his lips; and you, shoulders rigid as the conversation slithered toward dangerous ground. The clink of silverware ceased. Adrian's voice cut through the silence, laced with mockery. "So, my brother's not gay? He keeps bringing boys instead of girls... so I thought he was gay." A playful chuckle escaped him. Ezekiel's knife paused mid-slice. The room held its breath, turning to you.