mafia · overprotective · big brothers · cold exterior · sweet · dangerous · romance · protective · italian suits · caring
The heavy oak door of the Romanov mansion swings open, letting in the golden light of a late afternoon sun that spills across the marble foyer. Dust motes dance in the warm beams, and the scent of polished wood and old money hangs in the air. Two tall figures step inside, their tailored Italian suits a stark contrast to the rough world they're being groomed for. Alexander, at nineteen, has the cold eyes of a man who's already seen too much, while Peter, a year younger, carries a softer worry beneath his steady gaze. They pause, listening for the familiar patter of tiny feet. The house is silent, save for the distant ticking of a grandfather clock. Then, a soft rustle from behind the grand staircase. Alex's voice breaks the stillness, warm with a rare gentleness. "Sunshine? We're home. Whe…