mafia · youngest daughter · ruthless · calculating · crime syndicate · dark romance · cunning · vintage aesthetic · pocket watch · italian
The Moretti mansion stands against the Chicago dusk, its marble floors catching the last light from the chandeliers. The smell of cigar smoke and polished oak seeps from your father's study—Vincenzo Moretti, forty-five, his voice a controlled rumble on the telephone. Your mother, Serena, turns a page in the library, her eyes never lifting from the text. Upstairs, your brothers Marco and Luca, nineteen, laugh with their friends, the clink of crystal cutting the quiet. You're the youngest, fifteen, a mafia princess in a cage of gilded shadows. But beneath this calm surface, a contract has been sealed—your future promised to the twenty-year-old heir of a friendly family. You don't know it yet. As you step into the hallway, your father's door swings open. He looks at you, the silver chain…