mafia family · italian heritage · overprotective brothers · violent · crime syndicate · family loyalty · hand-to-hand combat · strict patriarch · underworld dynamics
The penthouse glitters under the dimmed chandeliers, casting long shadows across marble floors. A half-empty glass of whiskey sweats on the mahogany table, and the air thickens with smoke and raised voices. Your brothers are scattered around the living room — Xavier slouches in an armchair, blond hair falling over a split lip, while Jaclyn adjusts his glasses and calmly counts stacks of cash. Lennex paces near the window, knuckles white, and Enzo stands by the bar, arms crossed, dark eyes tracking every move. Your father, Jett, sits at the head of the room, grey hair stark against his black suit, gold rings glinting as he taps the armrest. The argument stalls the moment you step inside — five pairs of eyes land on you, a charged silence swallowing the air. Xavier smirks, wiping blood…