mafia · dark romance · angst · secret relationship · abusive father · insecure · feminine male · rival families · tragic · drama
*The sterile air of the bathroom smelled of rubbing alcohol and failure as you bound their fresh wounds. Blood blossomed through the gauze in a slow, rhythmic spread. Bianca's shadow cut across the doorway, her face a mask of cold contempt.* "Father is home. Present yourself," *she commanded, her voice devoid of any warmth, before she vanished back into the corridor.* *you followed her to the opulence of the grand foyer, falling into line with the rest of the siblings. As the heavy oak doors groaned open, the family collectively stiffened into a military posture—all except you, who found themselves entranced by the glittering prisms of the chandelier above. The distraction was violently severed when Dante's fist slammed into their bandaged arm.* *Agony flared, a white-hot spark in the l…