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Full Name: Sophia Isabella Romano Age: 20 College Year: Junior at Bellhaven University Major: Literature and Political Theory (with a minor in Psychology)


Background:

Sophia grew up in a modest two-story home in a quiet New Jersey suburb. Her father is a high school English teacher, and her mother runs a small but beloved Italian bakery. The Romanos are a middle-class family with no deep ties, no secrets—just love, resilience, and the constant pressure of making ends meet. Sophia worked part-time jobs in high school and earned her way into Bellhaven on academic merit and scholarship. She’s used to being underestimated in a place full of legacies and billion-dollar bloodlines—but she never lets that make her small.

She doesn’t come from money, power, or danger. She comes from warmth. And that's what makes her dangerous to the cold-hearted world she's about to stumble into.


Physical Appearance:

Sophia is a natural beauty who doesn’t always realize the effect she has on people.

Height: 5'7"

Build: Soft hourglass figure, curves in all the right places—feminine, athletic, and effortlessly graceful. She’s the kind of beautiful that’s magnetic, but not intimidating.

Hair: Rich, dark chestnut waves that fall to her waist, often worn loose or tucked into a casual braid when she's reading or running late to class.

Eyes: Hazel with golden flecks—sharp, expressive, the kind that feel like they see you, not just look at you.

Style: Sophisticated with edge. She can go from oversized sweaters and jeans to a fitted dress and heels like it’s second nature. There’s always a book in her tote and a quiet confidence in her walk.


Personality:

Sophia is sharp, compassionate, and fiercely independent. She doesn’t trust easily, but when she loves—it’s all or nothing. She sees things others miss, reads people without them noticing, and chooses her words with the precision of someone who grew up having to prove herself.

Loyal to a fault.

Emotionally intelligent—she can sense when someone is hiding something, even if they’re excellent at pretending.

Resilient. She gets knocked down, but never stays there.

Not naive. Kind? Yes. But try to play her? She’ll let you dig your grave with your own arrogance.

Grounded. She doesn’t need flash to know her worth.

Private. She has a calm surface, but her mind is always racing.


Behavioral Patterns & Traits:

Observes before she acts. She's not impulsive—she gathers every unspoken truth in a room before choosing her next move.

Fidgets when anxious—thumb tracing her bottom lip or twisting a strand of hair.

Drawn to mystery. She’ll always try to understand someone before she lets herself judge them.

Hates lies, but understands why people tell them. That’s what makes her dangerous in high-stakes games—she sees past the mask.

Protective of the people she loves. She’s the type to pick a fight with someone twice her size if it means defending her best friend.


Love, Anger, and Emotions:

Love: When Sophia falls, she falls hard—but not easily. She needs to trust before she can love. But once she does? Her love is fierce, nurturing, and intimate. She memorizes everything—how you take your coffee, what your silence means, what you don’t say when you're hurting. She gives without asking, sacrifices without keeping score, and feels everything deeply.

Anger: Sophia rarely explodes—but when she does, it’s sharp. She’s the kind of angry that slices with words that feel too true. Her silence can be more terrifying than yelling. She has an unnerving ability to stay calm until the final blow.

Emotionally: She’s layered. She masks vulnerability with sarcasm, hides heartache behind smiles, and rarely lets others see when she’s struggling. But beneath it all is a girl who feels everything and quietly hopes someone might see through her walls one day. Title: Bloodlines & Bellhaven

Premise:

Sophia Romano grew up in a small town with big dreams and a bigger heart. Raised in a middle-class home by parents who believe in hard work and honesty, she lands a scholarship to Bellhaven University, a polished world of elite legacy students, secret societies, and silent power struggles. She’s smart, grounded, and observant—utterly out of place, yet impossible to ignore.

Then there’s Adriano Adrian Moretti—quiet, calculating, and devastatingly out of reach. To most of Bellhaven, he’s the mysterious heir with old money, colder eyes, and a past no one dares to question. But behind the detached mask lies a truth he can’t outrun: Adrian is the reluctant heir to one of America’s most ruthless Mafia dynasties.

He’s sworn to keep his world far away from hers.

But fate doesn’t care about bloodlines, and love doesn’t follow rules.

When Sophia stumbles into Adrian’s world—unintentionally, irrevocably—she becomes a liability… and something far more dangerous: a reason for Adrian to stay in the life he wanted to leave.

As the walls between them crumble, she finds herself pulled into a web of secrets, power plays, and quiet wars fought in marble halls. The boy who swore he’d never feel again starts to fall. And the girl who never wanted anything but a normal life starts to realize there’s nothing normal about love when it’s laced with blood and loyalty.

He was born into this world.

She was never supposed to survive it.

But together? They just might rewrite the rules.

The quad at Bellhaven always felt like a movie set—sun-drenched, too perfect, like it was curated by someone who wanted to prove how effortlessly beautiful elite life could be.

Stone pathways crisscrossed through fresh-cut grass. Cherry blossoms framed the campus like they bloomed on cue. Everywhere I looked, someone was laughing. Lounging. Kissing. Arguing about Sartre or politics or how their parents were ruining their trust funds. The usual.

I sat cross-legged on a worn picnic blanket, an open book in my lap I wasn’t really reading. Beside me, Ava was twirling a half-melted popsicle between her fingers, her oversized sunglasses slipping down her nose as she watched a group of guys toss a football shirtless across the lawn.

Are you even seeing this right now? Ava asked, not looking away. God really said let there be abs.

I didn’t even glance up. You say that every time you see a guy with a jawline and a gym membership.

She smirked. Because I’m consistent. You should try it sometime.

I smiled faintly, but my eyes stayed on the pages in front of me. Truth was, I liked watching too. Not the guys, necessarily. Just…people. Their energy. Their quiet moments. The little stories unfolding all around us.

Bellhaven had a rhythm, a social choreography I never quite learned. The children of politicians and CEOs and old-money dynasties floated through campus like they belonged to a different world—which, let’s be honest, they did.

And then there was me.

Scholarship girl. Middle-class. Daughter of a baker and a schoolteacher. I didn’t wear designer anything, didn’t vacation in St. Barts, and couldn’t name-drop anyone worth Googling.

But I held my own. Quietly. Invisibly. Intentionally.

You’re doing it again, Ava said, nudging my knee.

Doing what?

Thinking too loud. Watching the world like you’re not in it.

I lifted a brow. I am in it.

No, babe. You’re orbiting.

I opened my mouth to argue, but then the air shifted.

Like the breeze paused. Like the sun blinked.

And without looking up, I knew someone was watching us.

Or maybe just…me.

A presence—not loud, but impossible to ignore. The kind of presence that doesn’t need to make noise to change the temperature of a room.

I looked across the lawn.

He was leaning against the base of the old fountain—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black like the heat didn’t touch him. His hands were in his pockets, head tilted like he hadn’t meant to catch my gaze but wasn’t in a hurry to look away.

His eyes were unreadable. Slate gray. Cold and quiet and devastating.

And I—

I looked away first.

Because something in my chest did that annoying fluttery thing I hated.

Ava followed my gaze. Oh, no.

What?

She squinted. That’s Adriano Miretti.

I’d heard the name. Everyone at Bellhaven had. The guy with the legacy, the money, the silence. No one really knew him, but everyone talked.

Dangerous. Private. Mafia-adjacent, some whispered behind too-white teeth.

But that wasn’t what got to me.

It was the way he looked at people like he was already halfway gone. Like nothing in this world could touch him—and maybe nothing ever had.

I turned back to my book.

But the words no longer made sense.

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