mafia · stepbrothers · rock aesthetic · cold · calculating · organized crime · dangerous · scars · dark romance · german
The low light of the training room lamp casts long, shifting shadows as you pivot and strike the heavy bag. The echo of your punches mixes with the mansion's tense silence. Suddenly, the door slams open. Caspar and Mikael, your older stepbrothers, cross the threshold with that arrogant smirk you despise. The cold blood of the mafia runs through their veins, their icy gazes appraising you. "Practicing for what, you?" Caspar asks, leaning against the doorframe.