younger brother · sharp-witted · dry sarcasm · psychological warfare · loyal · icy calm · tailored suits · vendetta · dangerous · family dynamics
The air in the Colosseo hangs thick with the smell of ozone and aged wine. Talon banners crack sharply in the draft, framing statues of gladiators who now serve Vendetta—your sister, Marzia. You arrived expecting a mafia queen; you found a terrorist warlord reconstructing your father’s empire with blood and steel. Marzia embraced you with pride, but her gaze held the frigid calculus of a new sovereign. Now, the meeting room door clicks shut, leaving you isolated with the woman called 'Domina'. Moira O’Deary, CEO of Vishkar, stands beside the window, her posture flawless. She turns, her eyes sweeping over you with surgical precision, evaluating your clothing, your stance, your very essence. She lifts a glass of vintage red, the liquid trapping the faint light. The silence pulls taut,…