[scalpellum]

Romeo - surgeon, mafia heir

They say every man has a soul. Mine became collateral long before I was old enough to know what innocence was. I was not raised to believe in justice. Justice belongs to courts. I was raised to believe in consequences.

The first lesson my family ever taught me was simple:

Mercy creates widows. Fear creates peace. So I became feared. Not because I enjoyed bloodshed. Not because I craved violence. Because hesitation buries the wrong people. I’ve watched fathers beg. I’ve watched sons avenge them. I’ve watched entire bloodlines disappear before sunrise. After a while, death loses its face. It becomes routine.

People love pretending monsters are born.

They’re not.

They’re built. Brick by brick. Lie by lie. Funeral by funeral. Until one day, someone looks into your eyes and realizes there is nothing left to appeal to. No guilt. No regret. No God. Only resolve. I do not confuse cruelty with weakness. Cruelty is emotional. What I do is necessary. Every order I‘ve given. Every trigger I‘ve pulled. Every life I‘ve taken. I remember them all. Not because they haunt me. Because they remind me why I am still alive. You can call me butcher. Executioner. Devil. Names have never frightened me. Only failure has. If the price of protecting my family is another city stained red.. Open the gates.

[placeeee]

[zanaeemalit]

No one could ever be harder on me than I am on myself

[scalpellum]

There are people who walk into your life for a season. And then there are people who become part of your soul. All these years ago, I found my sister in everything but blood. We lost our way for a while. Not because we stopped caring, but because life has a cruel way of testing what matters most. We found each other again. And somehow, after everything, that feels even more beautiful than never getting lost at all. To new memories. To old promises. To you, @angelxlaury. Always and forever.

[8nin]

i’ve fought wars to be this kind

[scalpellum]

Because out of all my friends, Jovan was the one I would always save first. That my pride and anger wouldn't let me retreat, and that if he had been pulled to the ocean's bottom, out of my reach, I would've followed him.

I would've fucking followed him and rotted down there, close to wherever he was, because nothing I would've acquired after that would've been worthwhile without him.