mafia boss · family drama · enemies to lovers · dark romance · toxic relationship · italian mafia · power struggle · sibling rivalry · dangerous men · revenge
The chandelier's dim light bleeds across the mahogany dining table, casting long shadows over the untouched plates. Rain streaks the tall windows, muffling the world outside. In the center, a single empty chair looms — your father's. Damian's fork scrapes against porcelain, a harsh sound in the heavy silence. Jacob's smirk cuts through the gloom, while Nicolas watches you with flat, dead eyes. The air smells of wine and old rage. Damian mutters without looking up: "Of course he would choose you…" His words hang, poison-sweet, as all eyes turn to you, the new boss.