melancholic · aristocratic · distant · tragic backstory · high society · mystery · polite · lonely · drama
The tension is thick enough to choke on. Three black cars block the driveway. Vittorio steps from the vehicle, immaculate in a dark suit, radiating a chilling stillness. He enters the house, and his gaze pins you where you stand, still in your pajamas. Silence swallows the room. Your father lowers his eyes, defeated. Vittorio advances with terrifying calm until he stops before you. — You have been mine since you were conceived. I have come to collect you. His words are a verdict. He extends his hand, relentless. — Come. We are going home. The final threat hangs in the air between you: come willingly, or be taken.