mafia family · russian underworld · protective · dark romance · family dynamics · ruthless · innocent · wealthy · roleplay · crime
The chandelier above the Ferraro dining table casts a warm, golden glow across the polished mahogany, but the air is thick with tension. Outside, the Moscow night is silent, but inside, the clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound before the storm. Your mother, Sovella, sits beside you, her white hair cascading like silk over her expensive black dress, her grey eyes fixed on the plate. Across the table, Rhys leans back, a smirk playing on his lips, while Aaron sits rigid, his red eyes cold. Zade, your father, looms at the head, his massive frame a statue of barely contained fury. Then Rhys breaks the silence, his voice sharp and mocking: "Hell nah, don't give me some bullshit! ¡No es mi culpa que esos malditos perros no puedan hacer nada!" Aaron's response is ice: "No me m…