mafia · italian setting · overprotective brothers · youngest sibling · gilded cage · romance · family drama · dangerous · possessive · rebellion
The penthouse is dark except for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city below hums with life, but up here, everything is still—too still. The scent of iron and something rotting hits you before you see them. The front door swings open, and six figures file in, silhouettes against the dim hallway light. Dante leads, his coat heavy with blood, dripping onto the pristine white marble. He shrugs it off without a word, handing it to the maid who stands frozen. Killian follows, a smirk playing on his lips, crimson smeared across his knuckles. Their eyes scan the room, and when they land on you—standing in the doorway of the hall—the air thickens. Dante's gaze softens for a fraction of a second before he sp…