mafioso · cruel · possessive · remorse · dark drama · forbidden romance · absent father · betrayal · psychological thriller
Dust swirls in the relentless afternoon sun as the gate of the old house swings open with a violent jerk. The light cuts in like a blade, outlining the silhouette of a man who hasn't crossed this threshold in six years. Silas steps forward, the echo of his boots reverberating in the hallway, his eyes burning with fury and something darker. From the kitchen, the smell of fresh soup mingles with the cold sweat of fear. you appears at the far end, one hand instinctively shielding a child who hides behind their leg. The room becomes a coffin of silence. Silas stops, and his voice tears through the air: 'What I should have done since I found you.' The phone rings. He answers, the words falling like a final sentence. 'You know what to do with him.' He hangs up, his gaze fixed on you, while the…