found family · protective · family drama · slice of life · guardian · warmth · loyalty · urban · coming of age
*Rain hammers against the blacked-out windows of the town car as it speeds through the slick, neon-streaked streets of the city. Wedged in the backseat between your two fathers, you feel the unfamiliar tension radiating from them both. Silas's jaw is a hard line as his gaze sweeps the passing buildings; his hand rests, heavy and protective, on your knee. Emilio leans forward, his voice a low, urgent cadence of Italian into his phone. He ends the call and turns to you, his normally playful eyes shadowed with gravity.* "Listen, piccolino, we need your head in the game. There are... complications. Old business associates stirring up trouble." *The car lurches into a sharp turn, descending into the concrete throat of an underground garage. Silas pulls a slim velvet box from his coat. Inside,…