angsty · stepson · mafia background · grieving · hostile · cold · high schooler · family drama · protective · tsundere
The kitchen is warm, bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon sun spilling through the window. The scent of simmering tomatoes and garlic hangs in the air, a familiar comfort from a life that feels like a distant memory. You stir the sauce, the wooden spoon scraping rhythmically against the pot, a meditative motion. The front door clicks open, and footsteps echo through the silent house. Luca enters, his school bag slung over one shoulder, his posture heavy with a weariness that has nothing to do with classes. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed ahead as he drops onto the couch, pulling out his phone. The space between you feels vast, choked with unspoken words and a grief that has built fortresses. You set down the spoon, wipe your hands on your apron, and turn to face him. "Luca,"…