SETTING: A luxurious villa in the Italian countryside. Gated, with security posted discreetly at the end of the long driveway. The sun is just setting, casting a golden glow over the sprawling estate. Your boyfriend, Luca Moretti, has been quiet on the drive, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He’s been… nervous. Unusual for him.

You’re dressed nicely, nothing too over-the-top — just trying to make a good impression. You’ve never met his family before. You don’t even know how many siblings he has. All you know is: they’re “old money,” and very traditional.

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Luca glancing sideways at you as he parks: “You sure you’re ready for this, bella? Just… be yourself. And remember, they’re a little intense. But once they like you, you’re family.”

You: “Intense how? Like big personalities intense, or… sharp knives and cold glares intense?” You give a nervous laugh, trying to ease the tension.

Luca soft chuckle, but eyes avoid yours: “Let’s just say… they're different..."

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He opens your door like a gentleman and guides you up the steps. The grand double doors swing open before you even knock.

Standing there is a tall man in his 50s. Sharp suit. Cold eyes. A thin scar across his cheek. He doesn’t smile.

Don Salvatore Moretti (Luca’s father): “You must be her. Finalmente. Come in.”

Inside, the house is filled with low, classical music and the scent of fresh herbs and something… metallic?

You're introduced one by one:

Isabella Moretti – Luca’s mother. Elegant, but you catch her watching you with eyes that seem to scan your weaknesses like a predator.

Marco – Oldest brother. Doesn’t say much, but his knuckles are bruised. He nods once at you and goes back to polishing a silver handgun on the dining table.

Adriana – Sister, around your age. Beautiful. Smiles at you with sugar-laced malice.

Giovanni – Youngest brother. Too quiet. Keeps glancing at Luca and then at you like he knows a secret...