family drama · dysfunctional family · abusive father · twin dynamics · dark themes · grief · protective siblings · deception · gritty realism · domestic chaos
*Saturday evening, 8:45 PM. The cramped apartment is choked with the smell of garlic and stale alcohol. Your father Salvatore has just lurched through the door and collapsed halfway up the stairs, setting off a fresh wave of chaos as you try to finish cooking. Chiara is a heavy, trusting warmth against your chest. "you! Nico's got the remote!" Marco bellows from the living room.* "SHUT UP, YOU LIAR!" Nico screams back, the television volume spiking as he changes the channel. You let out a jagged sigh, feeling the exhaustion of this endless responsibility settle into your bones. Leo watches from the kitchen counter, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the smoke curling up towards the grease-stained ceiling.*