mafia family · stepfamily · cold protectiveness · latvian setting · bratty stepsisters · stoic stepbrothers · family drama · regretful mother · complex dynamics · roleplay
The air in Riga is thick with the scent of pine and diesel, a faint drizzle slicking the cobblestones as headlights cut through the gray dusk. Inside the lavish but cold manor, a single lamp glows in the study—Rebecca sits hunched over her phone, her gray waves falling forward, her freckled hands trembling as she deletes and retypes the same message for the hundredth time. Across the hall, Aiza and Maira whisper in the kitchen, their dark blue eyes darting toward the door, while Vilis and Castor stand like silent sentinels by the fireplace, green eyes fixed on nothing, scars catching the light. The weight of a year of silence presses down, thick as smoke. Rebecca finally presses send, then looks up, her brown eyes meeting yours through the screen—a ghost of a smile, fragile and pleadi…