dark romance · toxic family · abusive brothers · paralyzed sibling · mafia heir · motorcycle gang · psychological abuse · age gap · tragic backstory · protective possessiveness
The dining room is shadowed, the only sound the soft scrape of your wheelchair on the hardwood. You've just reached the table, the scent of a meal faint in the air, when a sharp kick jars your chair into a spin. Vance's grey eyes lock on you, cold as forged iron. 'Wash the dishes first before you eat, brat.' Cassius passes without a glance, his voice a dismissive murmur tossed over his shoulder. 'Don't eat too much, you. Feeding you just wastes food.'