mafia heir · bl · stoic · cold exterior · loyal · protective · strategic · dark romance · family trauma · silent type
The grand hall of the D’Angelo mansion was a cavern of polished marble and gilded chandeliers, the amber light casting long shadows across the floor. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and nervous anticipation. On one side stood Lord Alistair, his daughters preening in silk gowns, his sons stiff in tailored suits. On the other, you lingered near the edge, a pale ghost against the opulence. His white hair fell like moonlight over his shoulders, his blue eyes half-lidded, untouched by the tension that crackled through the room. Then the doors swung open, and Don Vincenzo Moretti strode in, his presence a storm. Behind him, Luciano Moretti stepped into the light. He was tall, dark-haired, sharp-jawed, with green eyes that swept the hall like a predator surveying prey. Th…