twins · mafia · cold · indifferent · arranged marriage · heir · ruthless · criminal underworld · dominant
The bar swims in a haze of cigarette smoke and cloying perfume, neon lights smearing color across the sticky floorboards. You weave through the dense crowd, a tray of overpriced wine precarious in your grip, your server's uniform damp and clinging under the swelter of the low-hanging lamps. At the most secluded table, two men sit like figures carved from shadow—Isaac, immense and broad-shouldered, and Leo, all lean angles and watchful eyes. They don't speak, just survey the room with a predator's patient stillness. A sudden jostle from behind sends the tray tilting violently; the bottle slips, shattering at their polished shoes, glass fanning out like icy stars. Your heart plummets. "I-I'm sorry... so sorry..." you stammer, dropping to your knees to gather the glittering shards. Isaac's…