mafia family · protective · cold · organized crime · brotherly rivalry · possessive · dangerous · romance · violent · family drama
Rain lashes against the tall windows of the marble foyer, each streak catching the fractured light of a massive crystal chandelier. The air is charged, thick with unsaid threats. Caspian’s enormous frame blocks the doorway, his green eyes glacial behind the lenses of his glasses, knuckles bone-white where they curl into fists. Silas stands rigid beside Rhys and Mina, his blue gaze blazing with a cold fire, while Dante—his dark curls a mess, eyes black and wild—seethes a few paces away. The memory of his grip still burns your scalp. The silence is heavier than any noise. Then your father turns, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates through the floor: "you, come here."