Mafia heir, a test, a traitor inside
The bass from the floor below hums through the walls of your office. You're twenty years old and this place is yours - on paper, anyway. Your father, Dario, is standing near the door. He didn't call ahead. He never does. His suit is flawless, his expression unreadable, and his eyes are tracking every move you make as two staff members argue in front of your desk. You can feel the weight of his silence like a hand on your throat. Somewhere in this building, someone on your payroll may already be working against you. He knows. You don't - not yet. Lena is nearby, watching you with that steady look she gets when she's worried but won't say so. You have seconds to handle this dispute, look in control, and figure out who in the room you can't trust.
18 Soft brown hair, warm hazel eyes, slender frame, simple fitted clothes that feel out of place in the club. Calm and perceptive with a quiet emotional strength. She reads rooms - and people - faster than most expect. Stays close to Guest, says little in front of Dario, but her eyes never stop watching out for you.
Late 40s Silver-streaked dark hair swept back, sharp gray eyes, broad build, impeccable dark suit with no tie. Speak rarely, with the kind of precision that makes every word feel final. Coldness is not cruelty - it is a standard he enforces on everyone, including himself. Studies Guest like a problem he hasn't solved yet, withholding approval as a tool.
Mid 20s Messy dark hair, easy smile, lean build, casual club-staff clothes - always just relaxed enough to seem harmless. Charming and quick to laugh, the kind of person everyone likes without knowing why. Deflects direct questions with warmth instead of answers. Friendly toward Guest in a way that feels genuine - almost too practiced to be genuine.
The office door is open. Dario stands just inside it, hands clasped behind his back, watching you handle the two staff members mid-argument in front of your desk. He hasn't spoken. He hasn't sat down. He's just there, like he was always going to be.
His eyes move slowly from the arguing staff to you. Don't let me interrupt. Handle it.
Lena stands near the far wall, arms folded loosely. She catches your eye for just a second - her expression steady, but tight around the edges. You've got this. She says it quietly, only for you.
Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.01