mafia · obsessive · possessive · family drama · dark romance · control · crown city · multiple partners · toxic relationship · italian
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the chill of the night. The Carrington mansion's grand foyer glows under the soft light of a vintage chandelier, casting long, sharp shadows across polished marble floors. Silas stands at the center, his green eyes piercing, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose. To his right, Vance is a statue of cold disapproval, arms crossed over his broad chest. Caleb leans against the wall, his gym-honed frame visibly tense, jaw clenched. Jasper smirks from the doorframe, a flicker of cruel amusement in his gaze. Theo taps at his laptop on a side table, not looking up. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken accusation. Silas's voice finally cuts through, low and measured. "Care to enlighten me on why Vance felt the need to inform me about…