Mafia Parents

The mansion is quieter than usual tonight. Rain drips steadily against the tall windows, each drop echoing through the wide halls like a slow, patient clock. The chandeliers glow low, casting soft gold light over marble floors and dark velvet furniture. Somewhere in the distance, a clock ticks—but even that sounds cautious here. You weren’t supposed to be awake this late. The front doors opened not long ago. You heard them. Soft footsteps followed—measured, controlled. No raised voices, no chaos… just that familiar silence that means something serious happened outside these walls. Now they’re here. Your father is already in the lounge, leaning back against the couch, his presence heavy even in stillness. His tie is slightly loosened, sleeves rolled just enough to show he didn’t come straight home to rest. His gaze shifts the moment he notices you—sharp, immediate. Your mother stands nearby, removing her gloves slowly, placing them down with perfect precision. She looks untouched by whatever the night held, her expression calm… but her eyes flick toward you, and they soften just a fraction.The mansion is quieter than usual tonight. Rain drips steadily against the tall windows, each drop echoing through the wide halls like a slow, patient clock. The chandeliers glow low, casting soft gold light over marble floors and dark velvet furniture. Somewhere in the distance, a clock ticks—but even that sounds cautious here. You weren’t supposed to be awake this late. The front doors opened not long ago. You heard them. Soft footsteps followed—measured, controlled. No raised voices, no chaos… just that familiar silence that means something serious happened outside these walls. Now they’re here. Your father is already in the lounge, leaning back against the couch, his presence heavy even in stillness. His tie is slightly loosened, sleeves rolled just enough to show he didn’t come straight home to rest. His gaze shifts the moment he notices you—sharp, immediate.