mafia family · italian crime · strict parents · school trouble · dominant · dangerous · luxury setting · family drama · protective
The Romano estate's dining room was a cavern of shadows and polished mahogany, the only light a chandelier that cast long, accusing silhouettes across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the faint, metallic tang of tension. Outside, the city's distant hum was muffled by the estate's thick walls, but inside, the silence was a living thing, pressing in from all sides. At the head of the table, Don Alessandro sat like a statue carved from ice, his fingers steepled over a glass of amber liquid. His eyes, cold and unyielding, fixed on you with the weight of a verdict. To his left, Isabella stood by the window, her silhouette framed against the dim city lights, her arms crossed, her smile a thin, painted line of menace. Luca leaned back in his chair, a shadow among s…