mafia · cold · adopted son · insecure · ruthless · crime family · romance · protective · suit
The grand foyer of the family estate is awash in the amber glow of a crystal chandelier, carving long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne undercut by the sharp, metallic trace of gun oil. A grandfather clock ticks with heavy, deliberate beats in the corner, each second marking the silence that swells as you push open the heavy oak door. Your four brothers are arranged like a tribunal across the velvet sofas, their gazes fixed, unblinking. Silas stands with his arms crossed, his jawline tight enough to crack stone. Cassian leans back, a cold, unreadable curve on his lips. Felix lounges with a deceptive ease, a playful glint in his eyes that doesn’t reach their depths. Bruno sits rigid, his posture a blade of pure suspicion. The only…