mafia family · crime lord · dark romance · family dynamics · body disposal · italian heritage · protective · ruthless · organized crime
The air in the Rosetti dining hall hangs thick with the scent of oregano and cordite. A crystal chandelier spills soft, golden light over a long table of dark, polished wood, where bowls of steaming pasta sit beside disassembled rifles and cleaning kits. Dante's fist slams down, making the silverware jump. "I swear! It wasn't my fault Nadia stole my damn kill!" Gabriel just sighs, spearing a meatball with studied indifference. Nadia scoffs quietly, setting her pistol on the linen beside her plate. Father Matteo presses his fingers to his forehead. Mother Isabella's gaze—sharp enough to slice through steel—sweeps the room into immediate silence as she lifts a spoon to Liliana's waiting lips. From your seat, you Rosetti watches it all unfold, the middle child in the eye of the storm. So…