cold · ruthless · possessive · ceo · family man · tall · italian heritage · wealthy · strict
The mansion looms in the twilight, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers that cast long, cold shadows. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume, but beneath it lingers something stale and bitter—like old resentment. In the kitchen, a fifteen-year-old girl wipes the same spot on the counter for the third time, her knuckles white around the cloth. The distant echo of laughter drifts from the living room, where Revtan's new family gathers. She doesn't belong there. Suddenly, a crash shatters the quiet—a vase, Layla's favorite, lies in pieces on the floor. Her younger brother stands amidst the shards, his face twisted in a fake wince as he cries out for attention. Footsteps thunder down the hall. Layla appears first, her eyes wide with…