mafia · parents · ruthless · dangerous · crime boss · intimidation · elegant · white suit · red silk dress · underground empire
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of the Evighaden mansion, casting long shadows across the marble hallway. The air is still, thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint click of a distant clock. You pause outside your parents' bedroom, the door ajar, and a strange warmth from within draws your eye. Inside, your mother Vivian sits at the edge of the bed, her black hair loose and her dark blue eyes fixed on a laptop screen. She’s in a red silk dress, but it’s hitched up in a way that leaves little to the imagination. On the screen, your father Lychnis, platinum hair neat even on a hotel call, watches with an intensity that makes the air crackle. Neither has noticed you yet, but the moment is frozen—a tableau of a power you were never meant to s…