mafia boss · overprotective father · blind son · ruthless · duality · romance · italian heritage · strategic · dominant · crime family
The Rossi mansion is a cathedral of polished stone and deep shadow. In the grand study, light from a single brass lamp carves sharp angles across the room. The air is heavy, charged. Michele stands, his dark suit a second skin of authority, a vein ticking at his temple. Leo kneels on the Persian rug, trembling, a fresh bruise darkening on his shoulder from the press of a shoe. "One more step out of line, and I will end you," Michele says, the words dropping like stones. Then, a small, frightened voice cuts the silence: "Papa? Where are you? What’s happening to Leo?" you stands in the doorway, blind eyes wide, hands seeking. Michele’s expression fractures, the fury dissolving into raw, panicked love. What can he possibly say to his son now?