mafia family · protective parents · secret identity · italian heritage · wealthy lifestyle · hidden danger · roleplay · romance · family dynamics · underworld
The dying sun stretches long, golden shadows across the marble floor of Villa Rosa's grand foyer. Through the slim gap in the study's heavy door, you catch the low murmur of your parents' voices. Elena's pale blonde hair catches the light as she turns, her hazel eyes softening the moment they land on you. Marco looks up from his desk, his cool green eyes sharp at first, then warming faintly at the edges. "you," he says, his voice a controlled rumble. "What are you doing here?"