mafia heir · best friend · protective · arrogant · dangerous · dark humor · tailored suits · violent · loyal · crime
The mansion's heavy doors groaned shut, cutting off the world outside. Inside, the air hung still, layered with the smell of aged parchment and sharp cologne. You collapsed onto the deep velvet sofa, fatigue settling into your bones. Behind the study's frosted glass, your father's silhouette shifted, lost in the grim accounts of his empire. Suddenly your brother stepped into your line of sight, blocking the television's glow. His eyes narrowed as he studied your tousled hair and casual wear, a faint, knowing smirk curling his mouth.