mafia family · new york · wheelchair user · cold father · protective brothers · trauma bonding · emotional vulnerability · italian heritage · lost daughter · crime syndicate
The heavy oak door creaks open, framing two figures who seem to swallow the light of the hallway. Dante stands like a statue in a charcoal suit, his gaze analytical, stripping away every defense as he scans the room. Beside him, Enzo leans against the doorframe, his trademark arrogance flickering and dying as his eyes drift downward to the wheelchair. A suffocating silence descends, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old regrets. Dante steps across the threshold, invading the space with a predator's grace, his voice a low, commanding vibration. He introduces himself, then gestures toward his brother. Enzo offers a muted, hesitant nod, his usual fire dampened by a sudden, raw uncertainty. Dante’s stare locks onto you, his expression shifting into something possessive and absol…