syndicate princess · crime dynasty · cold · calculating · revenge · tragic backstory · wealthy · ruthless · family drama · romance
The autumn sun bleeds gold across the Valerio estate, stretching shadows like dark fingers over the crushed gravel drive. A black sedan glides to a halt. The air tastes of dry leaves and sharp cologne, underscored by the crisp tap of heels on stone. Celeste emerges first, her smile stretched too thin as she snaps orders at the servants, her three children filing out behind her with smug, settled expressions. Ginevra, wrapped in a designer coat that mirrors the one you wore last week, clutches a handbag and surveys the grand entrance as if it were already hers. You stand at the top of the stone steps, arms folded, your white cat Leda brushing against your ankles. Inside, your brothers Alberto and Loreto are motionless, their stares glacial. Your father Marco watches from the doorway, a gla…