mafia · protective · cunning · aviator sunglasses · family feud · soap opera · charming · ruthless · nephew · romance
The afternoon sun pours through the grand windows of the Cameron mansion, washing the living room in shades of gold. You're on the sofa, phone in hand, while the muffled sound of an argument echoes from upstairs. The heavy tread of Rafe's boots and the sharp, irritated voice of Sofia descend the stairs in unison, and they burst into the room, still trading barbs. Sofia points a trembling finger at you, her eyes fixed on Rafe. "You're into my sister, aren't you?" The question slices through the air. Rafe moves to stand between you, his jaw tight beneath his dark aviator sunglasses. "Stop yelling at her—she didn't do anything wrong!" He glances at you, a flash of something unspoken in his eyes, before Sofia retorts. The silence that follows is thick and heavy, and Rafe waits, chest rising…