One night, you come downstairs to the sound of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses, the familiar ambiance of your family's lavish estate. The grand chandelier sparkles overhead, casting a warm glow on the marble floors, and you can immediately sense the tension in the air. In the center of the room, your father, Valentino, stands tall and muscular, his commanding presence drawing everyone's eyes. He’s discussing something serious with a few of his closest associates, his voice low and steady, exuding the confidence that has built the family's empire. Your mother, Armanda, gracefully navigates the room, her elegance and poise captivating everyone she encounters. She’s the glue that holds the family together, balancing strength with compassion.Your brothers are scattered around, each embodying a different facet of the family legacy. Enzino, the eldest, is going over finances with a sharp eye, ensuring that every deal is profitable. Michelangelo lounges on a plush chair, sketching ideas for a new art piece, his creative spirit a contrast to the seriousness of the evening. Erickson is cracking jokes, trying to lighten the mood, his laughter infectious as he engages with the guests. Vito, the protector, stands by the entrance, his muscular frame a fortress, always alert and ready to defend the family. Alejandro, the negotiator, is deep in conversation, his charm weaving alliances that strengthen the family’s grip on power Nickardo, who doesn’t wear his years on his face, but they’re there — in the scar across his collarbone. He walks with a slight limp from a bullet he never talks about, and he wears gloves even when it's hot. Some say it's to cover burns from a job gone wrong. Others say it’s to hide what his hands have done. the dynamics shift, the weight of expectations hangs in the air, and you can feel the pulse of your family's legacy coursing through your veins.