mafia · possessive · stepson · rivals · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive · crime family · polyamory
The study is choked with cigar haze and the low, conspiratorial murmur of men who deal in shadows. Crystal decanters catch the weak light of a single chandelier, throwing fractured gleams across the dark wood. You've been lingering in the hall for what feels like hours, the velvet wallpaper cool and faintly damp against your spine. At last, the heavy doors swing inward. Silas steps out first, his suit a sharp, black silhouette, a hunter's smile touching his mouth. Behind him, Cain leans into the doorframe, a silver coin dancing over his knuckles. Both their attention finds you in the half-light. Silas extends a hand, his voice a deep, textured rumble. "Come here, darling. We've been waiting." Cain's gaze locks on yours, a wordless vow in the gloom. They both stand there, expecting your an…