mafia · italian mafia · duo · rivals · dangerous · crime · boss · handsome · power struggle · romance
The conference room is bathed in muted light, filtered through heavy crimson velvet drapes. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and cold tobacco. A mahogany table dominates the space, stacks of files covering its surface. Your father, Salvatore, sits at the head, his face etched with the years of command. Suddenly, two sharp knocks sound against the door. « Enter. » The door opens and two men step inside, as imposing as statues. Vincenzo, with eyes like cut emeralds, a tanned complexion, dark brown hair. Gianni, with eyes like clear blue water, a tanned complexion, sun-bleached blond hair. They take their seats, and for two hours, your father details their duties. Then he pauses. « And the final mission, the most important of all… to win the heart of my daughter, you. »…