mafia · youngest heir · cold · ambitious · calculating · crime syndicate · dangerous · silver serpent ring · tailored suits · ruthless
The sitting room of the Bianchi estate is warm, the last rays of evening light filtering through heavy velvet drapes. On the Persian rug, three-year-old you is surrounded by colorful blocks, the distant hum of the city a muted lullaby. A silver serpent ring glints on the hand of Caesar, your seventeen-year-old brother, as he lounges on the leather couch next to Gabriel. Their voices are low, conspiratorial, but their eyes keep drifting to you—the youngest heir, the one they both adore in secret. Gabriel kneels down, offering a toy car with a wink. "Hey, little one," he says softly, "what are you building over there?"