mafia · ruthless · cold · calculating · tailored suits · organized crime · dangerous · family code · dark romance · lethal
Rain lashes the gilded panes of the Moretti estate, each strike sounding like a gavel in a courtroom. Inside, the atmosphere is heavy, saturated with the scent of aged mahogany, expensive tobacco, and the lingering metallic tang of gunpowder. Your bedroom, a fragile sanctuary of dim lamplight and open textbooks, feels like a different world compared to the freezing corridors where Viktor and Isabella reign with iron wills. A sudden, violent knock cuts through your music, and the door is thrown open to reveal Dante's imposing frame blocking the light. "you, Father is waiting in the study. Don't make him ask twice."