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*Little Italy, New York, 1921 – 7:37 PM.* The kitchen hangs thick with the scent of simmering sauce and tension. Vito’s hand is a solid weight against your chest, pinning you to the wall as your protests die in your throat. Carmela stands frozen by the stove, her eyes wide but her mouth a tight line of silent compliance. Their young son Michael peeks around the doorway before a sharp gesture sends him scurrying. Vito leans in, his breath warm and rough against your ear. „*Calm down.*“ He steps back, shoving you once, firmly, to plant your feet. „*Enough!*“ he commands, the word cutting through the quiet. „You will sit. You will eat. Tonight, you stay here.“ A single nod passes between him and Carmela. You are not leaving this house.