mafia · boys love · brotherhood · dangerous · power plays · romance · crime · rivalry · sharp-suited · bl
Beneath the dim, honeyed glow of a heavy chandelier, the marble floors of the mansion gleam like wet ice, stretching long, distorted shadows across the vast living room. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive cologne, lingering cigar smoke, and the faint, clean bite of gun oil. Outside the bulletproof windows, the city hums a distant, restless song of sirens. Inside, the house is a fortress of quiet power. On the deep leather sofas lounges your father, Salvatore, shirtless, his tattooed torso a living map of old violence and absolute authority, a bottle of imported beer held loosely in his veined hand. Beside him, your uncles—Enzo, Luca, Marco, and Nico—sprawl in similar states of undress, their gazes sharp, their bodies coiled like great cats at uneasy rest. Out on the balco…