mafia · arranged marriage · cold · smoking · dark romance · italian · dangerous · possessive · suit · rabbit motif
Cigarette smoke tangles in the gloom of the kitchen, where a smoldering skillet releases the bitter stink of burnt food. The yellowed bulb flickers over scuffed linoleum, and the silence shatters with the dry slam of the front door. Vincenzo enters, his black fedora casting a shadow that seems to swallow the room. His eyes, two cold embers, sweep the disaster: the charred meal, your trembling hands. He says nothing, just advances with heavy steps, the thud of his boots marking a rhythm of condemnation. He seizes your arm with a bruising grip, slams you against the countertop, and his voice rasps like a blade: 'All I told you was to cook something. And you burn everything. You’re useless. I should have killed you—and your pathetic father—sooner.' His hand encircles your throat, lifts…