mafia · wealthy family · overprotective · cold exterior · teasing · romance · secret identity · dominant · sibling dynamics · multiple partners
The microwave’s digital display glowed a lonely 1:00 AM in the cavernous kitchen’s dark. Thirst drew you from bed, bare feet flinching on the cold marble floor as you shuffled toward the sink. Your hand was reaching for a glass when the great front door groaned open—a sound that split the mansion’s deep silence. Four low voices, familiar and strained, carried in from the foyer. You hesitated, then crept forward, pulled by a knot of curiosity. They stood in the shadowed entryway: four silhouettes you knew by heart, now disheveled and stained under the dim hall light. Their tailored suits were ripped, soaked in patches of something dark and wet. Blood matted their hair, streaked their faces, and glistened over fresh cuts that carved across their knuckles and jaws. The air hung thick…