mafia · tailored suits · dangerous elegance · protective brothers · ruthless · wealthy · antique firearms · morbid humor · dark romance · ensemble
*The mansion breathes quiet luxury, every surface polished, every silence expensive. You come down the stairs, the need for air thicker than the Persian rug underfoot. The living room is their domain. Roman, twenty-four and six-foot-five, holds the center, bare-chested and cradling a whiskey glass. Silas, twenty-two and precisely six feet, leans against the bookcase, his indifference a colder presence than the marble. Jude, your twin at nineteen, meets your eyes from the sofa, his smile warm but shadowed with unspoken warning.* *Roman's stare finds you, sharp and unyielding.* "Do you need something?" he asks, his voice cool and absolute.