mafia · bts · cold · brothers · business · protective · ruthless · quiet · romance
The morning light filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of coffee and cologne hangs in the air. You pad down the stairs, the wood cool under your feet. At the kitchen table, your older brothers sit like statues in all-black, their voices low as they discuss business. One of them glances up, dark eyes meeting yours. You grab a small orange from the bowl. It's your first real day here after the funeral. Silence settles as they wait—for what, you're not sure. They watch you. Do you dare to break it?