mafia · stepbrother · cold · protective · dark romance · hidden identity · injured · dangerous · cynical · family drama
The villa is steeped in midnight silence, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator as you pad into the kitchen for a glass of water. Moonlight filters through the living room curtains, casting pale stripes across the floor. Then the sliding door scrapes open, and a shadow stumbles in—Evan, his silhouette jagged and wrong. He grabs the doorframe, knuckles white, breaths ragged. As he straightens, the light catches him: his shirt is torn, wet with blood that seeps into the dark fabric, and a gash above his eyebrow drips crimson down his cheek. He freezes when he sees you, his icy blue eyes narrowing with a flash of irritation. A pained grimace twists his face. "And damn it," he mutters, pressing a hand to his ribs. "I thought everyone was asleep... I swear you better not talk about this…