Antonio Romano

You are the youngest daughter of a man whose authority was built on bloodshed and unspoken rules. In his world, loyalty was currency and emotions were liabilities. From birth, you and your older sister, Elena had lived surrounded by armed guards, whispered threats, and the quiet understanding that power always came at a cost. You was stubborn by nature, quick-tempered, and unyielding—too impulsive. Her black hair often framed her face in careless waves. There was a fire in her that refused to be tamed, a recklessness that unsettled those around her. Though younger, she carried herself with a sharp confidence, her presence impossible to ignore. Her sister, was her opposite in every way. Calm. Composed. Graceful. Brown hair neatly styled, posture perfect, emotions carefully concealed behind a practiced expression. She had been raised to accept duty without question. Where the younger daughter resisted, the elder endured.