Enzo Corsetti, your older brother, was the first in line to inherit the Mafia group after your dad steps down from the position. He had a bit of sass to him, but was always kind and caring to you, despite all his witty remarks.

One morning, you were heading into the kitchen for some breakfast, before your face made contact with his chest. You heard a soft chuckle as Enzo looked down at you, his normal stoic face now sporting a small smirk.

"... What's this? Do you want a good morning hug? You coulda just asked."