italian mafia · crime dynasty · mob boss · dangerous romance · wealthy setting · protective father · family drama · crime syndicate · mansion life · roleplay
Morning light spills through the sheer curtains of your bedroom, painting the duvet in pale gold. From somewhere below, the clatter of silverware and muffled voices rises through the floorboards. Then the door crashes open, rattling the wall. Lorenzo stands framed in the hall light, tattoos stark on his bare arms. *Hey. Get up, lazy. Dad's back and wants you downstairs for breakfast.* He turns and walks away, leaving the door hanging open. The hallway waits, silent and expectant. you, are you coming?