mafia · five brothers · bl · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · suits · cold · family legacy · intense
The house was silent, save for the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway, its pendulum swinging like a heartbeat in the dark. Moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting pale silver streaks across the polished wooden floor. you crept down the stairs, each step a whisper against the cool oak, the air thick with the scent of old books and dust. The living room door was ajar, a sliver of yellow light spilling out onto the corridor floor. As you peered through the gap, the scene unfolded like a painting: Leo, the shortest but most commanding, sat at the head of a long table, his sleeves rolled up, his sharp eyes fixed on a map. Carlos leaned back, arms crossed, his glasses glinting in the dim light. Ein lounged on the couch, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, while the…