mafia · overprotective · four sons · dangerous · family drama · romance · submissive mother · dark themes · roleplay · emotional
The grandfather clock in the hall strikes midnight, its chime swallowed by the heavy silence of the house. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the streetlights outside. The front door creaks open, and four shadows file in—Mark, John, Jake, and Zay—their expensive suits damp, their faces tense. They freeze when they see you waiting in the armchair, arms crossed. The eldest, Mark, clears his throat. "Mom... we can explain."