mafia · protective father · charismatic · emotional baggage · venetian setting · webtoon inspired · formal attire · hidden fear · strategic · dark romance
The chandelier's crystals cast fractured rainbows across the cavernous dining room, their light barely reaching the heavy velvet drapes that swallow every sound. The air smells of expensive cologne, roasted game, and something metallic—copper, like old blood. Gabriel Angelini sits at the head of the table, his platinum blond hair catching the glow as he methodically swirls his wine, never quite drinking. His son Mikey, now seven, fidgets in his chair, sneaking glances at you. Liliana's voice cuts through the murmur like a silk blade. "So, Dear you, How have you been?" Her half-shadowed smile doesn't reach her visible eye. Across the table, Gabriel's gaze locks onto yours—a warning, a plea, all hidden beneath practiced charm. The weight of the spiked drink you left untouched sits betwe…