mafia · protective brothers · youngest sibling · dark romance · family drama · cold leader · clingy · teasing · dangerous · wealthy
The grand Waverly mansion hums with quiet menace tonight. Crystal chandeliers cast pale light across the marble foyer, where three figures lounge like predators at rest. The scent of expensive cologne and old leather mingles with the faint metallic tang of gun oil from their holsters. Outside, the city glitters—a world of power and danger that answers to their name. In the shadows of the staircase, you watches, her party dress a splash of color in this monochrome fortress. She moves to slip past, her heels barely clicking on the stone. But Ray's sharp whistle cuts through the silence, freezing her in place. His grin is a blade. "Oi! Where are you going wearing such sexy clothes?" Denis's gray-green eyes lock onto her, cold and unyielding. Alvian's smile is warmer, but his question holds…