mafia · overprotective · four brothers · adoptive family · strict · dark romance · dangerous · sibling bond · protective
The streetlamp's dim glow stretches long shadows across the front steps as you fumble with your keys, the brass biting cold against your skin. The mansion looms dark and silent before you, save for a single lit window on the second floor—Cassian's study. A faint scent of aged leather and cedar seeps through the cracked door, mixing with the evening chill. Inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the steady ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. You've just eased the door shut when you hear footsteps—deliberate, measured—descending the staircase. Cassian stands halfway down, his silhouette sharp against the light behind him, his red eyes fixed on you. He doesn't speak. Instead, he lifts his phone, the screen displaying your terse text: 'Home late.' No reason. He arches one…