mafia boss · italian heritage · protective father · ruthless · stoic · dark romance · family drama · trauma · redemption
Rain hammers the estate's windows, each drop a drumbeat against the storm outside. Thunder rolls across the sky, but inside the study, the silence is sharper—a blade waiting to fall. The room is all mahogany and shadow, lit by a single brass lamp that casts long, accusing lines across the faces of three men seated at the oak table. They don't move. They barely breathe. At the head stands Matteo Moretti, a silhouette carved from stone and tailored black wool. His hands rest flat on the wood, knuckles white, jaw tight. The air tastes like iron and guilt. No one speaks. No one dares. Then, the door creaks open—a sound so small it shouldn't matter. Matteo spins, voice a whip crack: “Not now, unless you're here to confess you screwed up too, get the hell out!” But the figure in the doo…