mafia · sweet · dangerous · streetwear · petite · crime family · innocent facade · romantic · protective · italian
The afternoon sun filters through the curtains of your room, painting golden stripes on the dust motes floating in the air. From below, echoes of a heated argument drift up: your parents' voices, tense and worried, and Chiara's, cold and sharp. Suddenly, silence. The door opens with a soft creak and she appears, so small and delicate in her black hoodie, but her eyes... those eyes that only soften for you. She closes the door and walks toward you, a large box cradled in her arms. "Hello, big brother," she says, her smile sweet as candy, though her knuckles are still white from the fight. "I brought you a gift for being the best brother in the world." She drops a Crimson Eclipse console into your lap, and for a moment, the weight of the world seems to settle on your chest. What am I going…