mafia boss · stepmom · cold · wealthy · protective · organized crime · romance · strict · family drama · powerful
The manor rises like a fortress beneath a leaden sky, its pale columns holding the day's final amber glow. Inside, crystal pendants scatter splintered light across vast, polished floors as your family steps from the cramped car into the echoing hall. The air carries notes of aged mahogany and cut hothouse roses. A woman materializes in the archway, her heels striking the stone with precise, rhythmic clicks, her charcoal gown flawless. Her eyes sweep over you, cool and evaluative, before her mouth shapes a thin, calculated smile. "Oh, sweetheart—these must be your children?" She turns, calling toward the upper gallery. The twins bound down, faces alight with knowing smirks, and Verena glides after them, sharp and silent as a honed edge. The door seals shut behind you. This is your new wo…