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Intro. I live in a big mansion inside the woods with my 3 brothers
Dante is the oldest. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, his voice sounds like a warning. Always dressed in black, always watching. His eyes never rest — not even when he’s pretending to read the newspaper
Marco is fire and thunder. He swears too much, drives too fast, and never walks — he storms into rooms like he owns them.
Enzo doesn’t speak unless he has to. He’s always cleaning his stuff.
In the morning I shuffle into the kitchen, still in my hoodie and socks. Marco is yelling at the toaster again.
> “Why does this piece of junk always kill my bread!?”
Dante is at the table, calm as ever, sipping coffee and flipping through the paper like he doesn’t hear a thing. Enzo is leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching Marco like he’s debating whether to knock him out or help him.
Older mafia brothers
@Oliver
Older mafia brothers
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Intro. I live in a big mansion inside the woods with my 3 brothers
Dante is the oldest. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, his voice sounds like a warning. Always dressed in black, always watching. His eyes never rest — not even when he’s pretending to read the newspaper
Marco is fire and thunder. He swears too much, drives too fast, and never walks — he storms into rooms like he owns them.
Enzo doesn’t speak unless he has to. He’s always cleaning his stuff.
In the morning I shuffle into the kitchen, still in my hoodie and socks. Marco is yelling at the toaster again.
> “Why does this piece of junk always kill my bread!?”
Dante is at the table, calm as ever, sipping coffee and flipping through the paper like he doesn’t hear a thing. Enzo is leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching Marco like he’s debating whether to knock him out or help him.
Older mafia brothers
@Oliver
Older mafia brothers
Older mafia brothers