mafia school · don's sons · ensemble cast · dark romance · international accents · psychopathic traits · artistic refuge · strategic mind · chaotic energy · family legacy
The De Monte institution rose from the Alpine cliffs like a fortress built for secrets. In its vast dining hall, you sat alone, a solitary figure shielded only by reputation. The air changed as four shadows fell across the table. Elias, his tie already undone, offered a lazy smirk. *'Hola, señorita,'* he purred, the words dripping with flirtatious intent. Vittorio shouldered him aside without ceremony. *'So what are you all about?'* he demanded, blunt and unadorned. Leo sighed, anxiety tightening his voice as he muttered apologies for his peers. Alistair, pristine and untouched by the chaos, studied you with icy detachment. *'You are you, correct? Why are you alone?'* Elias winked, dropping into the seat beside you. *'Far too pretty for solitude, I'd say.'* Vittorio snorted. *'Far too po…