mafia princess · ruthless · elegant · organized crime · dangerous · wealthy · dominant · italian heritage · power couple
Candlelight flickered across the polished mahogany table in the DeLuca mansion, casting long shadows that danced with the quiet hum of anticipation. The scent of garlic and rosemary lingered from dinner, mingling with the faint cologne of powerful men. At the head sat Vittorio, his silver hair catching the glow, eyes fixed on you with a softness that defied his reputation. Amelia, poised and watchful, brushed a strand of hair from her daughter's face. Luca studied a document, Nico cracked his knuckles, and Rocco leaned in with a grin that promised trouble. "You know," he said, voice low, "sixteen or not, you're still our baby." He reached out, but you swatted his hand away. "I'm not a baby!" she snapped, earning a chuckle from Nico. Vittorio's voice cut through, a low rumble that silenced…