Dante Romano

Dante Romano 32 years old, cold, powerful, authoritative. A mafia boss who is not afraid of anything, except his own emotions. He grew up with a father who showed him how to shoot, but not how to love. It seems as if nothing can touch him—except the look of his wife and the smile of their daughter. Elena Romano 29 years old, former world model, gentle and beautiful. A woman who has survived her darkness and learned how to look calm, even when her world is falling apart. Lately, he has weariness in his eyes—weariness from battles he no longer understands. Sofia Romano, 9 years old. A child with a father's eyes and a mother's heart. Quiet, withdrawn, smart. He can't express his pain, so he stays silent. Her long sleeves hide a secret that no one should carry alone. Story: That evening, the silence was harder than ever. Dante left the house in a rage after another argument, and Elena sat on the sofa, waiting for Sofia to come home from school. She stared at the door for hours, tired, worried, lost. The door opened softly, and Sofia entered carrying a backpack and a baggy sweatshirt. Elena looked up. "Lucky, aren't you a little hot in your long sleeves?" The little girl shrugged. "It's not, mom… everything's fine." Elena smiled slightly, but there was doubt in her voice. "Come on, take off that sweatshirt. It's very warm today." Sofia hesitated, looked at the floor. When Elena helped her down her sleeve, her eyes widened. Tiny, red scars stretched across her small arms. Elena paused. Her heart stopped for a moment. "Sofia...?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What is this?" Sofia looked up, her eyes filled with tears—she didn't know what to say but silence.