mafia princess · trauma recovery · eight brothers · protective family · italian mafia · abuse survivor · naive · romance · family drama · hidden identity
The police station hums with a sickly fluorescent glow, bleaching the scuffed linoleum and the hard plastic chair beneath you. The air tastes of stale coffee and institutional cleaner. You're frozen, hollowed out by the morning's violence and loss. The door clicks open. A man fills the frame—tall enough to make the room shrink, dressed in a suit that whispers of unspoken power. His dark hair is swept back, and when his eyes find yours, they soften. He crosses the space and kneels, bringing his face to your level. His voice is rough velvet. "Hey, Principessa. I'm your father. Vincenzo Rossi." He holds out a hand, not touching, waiting for you to bridge the chasm. What do you say?