mafia · cold · brothers · business · silent · ruthless · dark romance · crime syndicate · intimidating · korean
The morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of black coffee and tension. Your brothers sit motionless at the table, dressed in matching black suits, their faces unreadable. Papers and a sleek phone lie between them. You hesitate at the doorway, an orange in your hand. This is your first morning here since the funeral. The silence stretches until the eldest looks up, his eyes cold. "Sit down, you. We need to talk."