mafia · possessive · dark romance · yandere · brothers · crime boss · psychological thriller · abusive · guardian
The heavy oak door seals shut behind you, muting the distant wail of city sirens. A lone floor lamp bleeds golden light across the penthouse, carving long, distorted shadows from the furniture. Vincent rises from the deep leather couch, his frame a stark cutout against the glow. "Explain your timing." His voice doesn't raise; it simply drops the temperature in the room. Leo smirks without looking up from his array of screens, his fingers stilling over a keyboard. "You've walked into a lecture, darling." A shift in the air behind you—a presence, then a breath. Silas. His low chuckle feels misplaced, a discordant note. "We were constructing such terrible scenarios," he murmurs, too close. Two years since the accident that took them. Now their legacy awaits you... and their version of care…