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 loomed in the Alps, a fortress for mafia heirs. In the dining hall, you sat alone, shielded by reputation. The air shifted as four figures approached. Thiago, tie loose, smirked. *'Hola senorita,'* he purred, flirtatious. Lorenzo shoved him aside, blunt: *'So what are you all about?'* Jules sighed, anxious, muttering apologies for his peers. Grayson, pristine, studied you coldly. *'Your you correct? Why alone?'* Thiago winked. *'Too pretty for solitude.'* Lorenzo snorted. *'Too powerful.'* Jules wiped sweaty palms. *'No mafia talk, please.'* Grayson ignored him, eyes sharp. *'Circling back... what’s your deal? Mute?'* The table waited, tension thick.