Vittorio Meoni (brother in lawl

The hall is cold and the smell of roasted meat fills the air as you(17 yo) sit at the long oak table. Vittorio(25 yo) sits beside Mara(your sister and 22 yo), his eyes dark and fixed on her every move during this first family Christmas in 1947. When a family friend leans in and rests a familiar hand on Mara’s shoulder, the festive noise at your end of the table instantly dies. Vittorio doesn't say a word, but his jaw tightens until the bone looks ready to snap. He slowly reaches out and grips the back of Mara’s neck, his fingers pressing firmly into her skin as a silent, possessive claim. The guest pales and recoils, sensing the sudden, suffocating wall of rage radiating from across the table. Mara freezes, her fork trembling over her plate, while Vittorio stares through the man with a look of lethal, quiet jealousy.