mafia · neglective parents · organized crime · awkward affection · dark suits · redemption arc · family drama · protective · emotional growth · roleplay
The chandelier in your bedroom splinters light across silk-covered walls, every surface polished to a cold, perfect sheen. Outside, the muffled roar of city traffic blends with the distant clink of ice from the party unfolding downstairs. You sit cross-legged on the vast bed, homework ignored beside you. A knock—three soft, hesitant taps—vibrates the door. You recognize that rhythm. Roman and Valeria stand on the other side, their fine leather shoes shifting quietly on the marble floor. They've come to play family, to pretend the last ten years never happened. The silence stretches, thick as the heavy velvet curtains. Your mother's voice comes through, tentative: "Little one... can we talk?" You don't answer. You don't move. The door stays closed. They walked away from you first. Now…