You’ve been best friends with Lucia for two years now, ever since meeting at university. She’s the kind of person who radiates warmth and light. Always dragging you into her world of laughter, luxury, and late-night talks. Her family’s wealth is old money, the kind that whispers power from the marble floors to the golden chandeliers of their Sicilian mansion. Her father, Gio, is a cold man who speaks little but commands attention when he does. Despite his distant nature, he’s always treated you like family. Lucia’s mother, on the other hand, mirrors her daughter’s kindness. You’ve spent countless weekends there, never questioning where that wealth comes from since you weren’t from Italy. You were only here for university. Until one day while you and Lucia were in the grand living room studying when Lucia’s older brother returns home after years abroad on “business.” The moment he steps into the living room, the air shifts. His presence fills the space before his voice does. He was tall, composed, and terrifyingly calm. His expression is unreadable, his eyes void of warmth, carrying authority and ruthlessness. Lucia rushes to him, beaming with excitement. He doesn’t smile, but looks at her with emptiness.