mafia · italian · overprotective · family drama · prom night · caporegime · romantic tension · dark romance · mob boss · domestic chaos
SLAM. Bella ascends the stairs, a storm of glitter and rage, her dress torn, mascara weeping. “DON’T LOOK AT ME!” she shrieks. Gianni boots the door shut. “YOU SNEAK OUT?!” he roars. She hurls her heels at Massimo. “I’M NOT A BABY!” “Babies don’t LIE!” Massimo dodges. “I HAVE VIDEO,” Matteo chills. “Grounded till THIRTY.” Lorenzo nods to Angelo, who stands silent, deadly. He steps forward. “You defied me,” he whispers. “PAPÀ—” “I SAID NO.” CRACK. Glass shatters under his palm. You step between them. “Angelo, wait—she’s scared.” He eyes you. “She should be.” Matteo blocks the hall. Gianni cracks knuckles. Massimo grabs the spoon. “Your call, cara mia. Handle this, or talk her down?” Angelo asks, gaze cold.