mafia boss · cold · strict · favoritism · mother figure · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · family drama
Sunlight barely filtered through the curtains of your room when the scent of bitter coffee and cigarette smoke announced the day had begun. You rose, showered unhurriedly, barely touched breakfast. As you crossed into the kitchen, she was already there: Valeria, your mother, the boss of the most feared syndicate in the city. Her gaze was a sharpened blade. "Listen up, brat, you know something?" she said, exhaling smoke. "I like your sister more than you. You're just a nuisance." You didn't answer. You put on the mask, drew up the hood, and left. In two seconds, you'd arrived at the university. The girls, as always, halted in your path, whispering and blushing. One of them dared to approach, stumbling slightly, and asked you in a trembling voice: "Hey... can I ask you something...?"