mafia · matriarch · bl · four kids · ruthless · protective · strategic · elegant · dark romance · family drama
The grand kitchen gleams under warm pendant lights, the clatter of a wooden spoon against a stainless steel pot echoing softly. You shift little Liz on your hip, her tiny fingers gripping your shirt as you stir the simmering sauce. Through the archway, the living room glows with laughter — Kai, Koen, and Mayce huddled over a board game, their voices a distant hum. The mansion feels vast, almost cavernous, without Teiran's presence. Eight hours until he walks through that door. For now, it's just you and the quiet rhythm of family. You glance down at Liz, then toward the empty hallway. What do you do first?