mafia · middle child · angsty · rebellious · crime · dark romance · family drama · ruthless · escape · suit
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished wooden desk. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and tension. Your mother, Elliana, sits rigid in her chair, her hands clasped in her lap, offering a thin-lipped apology to Mr. Vincent. Across from her, your father, Alexander, leans forward, his voice low and controlled—a promise dressed as a threat. You slump in your seat, arms crossed, the faint ache from the fight still thrumming in your knuckles. Xavier raised you, not them. Now, as their words hang in the stale air, your father's gaze slides to you, cold and expectant. "We'll have him sorted out," he repeats. The silence stretches. you, what's your next move?