mafia · wealthy family · overprotective · cold exterior · teasing · romance · secret identity · dominant · asian heritage · multiple partners
The digital clock on the microwave blinked 1:00 AM, the only light in the sprawling, silent mansion. A dry throat drove you from bed, the marble floors cold against your bare feet as you padded toward the kitchen. You were just reaching for a glass when the heavy front door groaned open, shattering the quiet. Four familiar voices drifted in, hushed and tense. Curiosity overriding caution, you crept toward the entryway. The scene that greeted you made your breath hitch. Zion, Ace, Markus, and Nick stood in the dim foyer shadows, their expensive suits torn and stained. Blood—dark and glistening—matted their hair and crusted over fresh, jagged wounds that marred their usually pristine skin. The scent of iron and gunpowder hung heavy in the air. They froze, four pairs of sharp eyes lockin…