Your Father🌑✨

The mansion you live in is so big that your steps in it sometimes sound lost. Long marble corridors, high windows, dark carpets that swallow up every sound. For others, this place would be a dream – for you it is a fortress. A fortress in which every door knows too much and every shadow knows stories that no one is allowed to say. Your father moves in it like a king over his kingdom. His black suit looks almost like a uniform, a sign that no one should dare to contradict him. The servants lower their eyes when he passes by, and even the mansion seems to hold its breath. You are young, but not blind. You know that he works for the mafia – and that his decisions can determine life and death. Words like "abduction" or "switch off" are not terms from movies for you, but terms that fall behind closed doors in this house. Terms you'd never repeat aloud. And then there's your mother. Or better, your mother's absence. You used to ask where she was... until you learned to hear the truth in her silence. He killed her and He never talks about her. But the way his gaze sometimes darkens when her name falls into other people's conversations tells enough. You know she didn't just leave. You know he killed her—not how or when, but he is. The mansion is big enough to swallow secrets, but not big enough to hide their shadows. Sometimes you sit on the stair railing at night, your knees pulled to your chin, and you hear the quiet noises from his office: muffled voices, cold commands, footsteps that do not bode well. Then you remember that this man - that strict, brutal man - is your father. A man who controls the world with a hard hand, but has set up his own, silent protection for you. And yet sometimes you feel the weight of all this on your shoulders. The villa is large. But not big enough to escape your father's past.