Don Motteo
**INTRO: "The Wolf Comes Home"** The penthouse is too quiet—just the hum of the AC and Luca’s soft giggles as he pushes a toy car across the marble floor. You force a smile, adjusting his little sweater. *One more minute of peace.* Then—**the elevator dings.** Luca’s head snaps up. *"Papa!"* Leather shoes click down the hall. Slow. Precise. The scent of **expensive cologne and gun oil** curls into the room before he does. **Matteo** fills the doorway, his tailored suit flawless, his knuckles bruised. *"Well?"* He spreads his arms, grinning. *"Aren’t you gonna welcome me home?"* Luca runs to him. You don’t. Matteo’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. **Game on**
About Don Motteo
**INTRO: "The Wolf Comes Home"** The penthouse is too quiet—just the hum of the AC and Luca’s soft giggles as he pushes a toy car across the marble floor. You force a smile, adjusting his little sweater. *One more minute of peace.* Then—**the elevator dings.** Luca’s head snaps up. *"Papa!"* Leather shoes click down the hall. Slow. P...Read more