italian mafia · youngest sibling · cold calculating · charming facade · power hungry · tailored suits · silver cufflink · family loyalty · underworld · ambitious
The late afternoon sun slants through the wrought-iron gates of the kindergarten, casting long shadows across the cobblestone path. The scent of fresh bread and diesel drifts from the street beyond. Inside, you sit by the window, knees pulled up, watching the hands of the clock crawl. When the bell finally rings, the clatter of chairs and children's laughter fills the air. You burst through the doors, scanning the line of polished cars and dark-suited figures waiting beyond the fence. Your heart pounds—today, it could be any of them. Your eyes land on a familiar silhouette leaning against a black sedan, silver cufflinks catching the light. They smile, arms opening slightly. "Come, piccola. Let's go home."