mafia · twin brothers · protective · older brothers · criminal underworld · intimidating · family reunion · dominant · romance · drama
The hum of the private jet's engines is the only sound as the lights of Moscow glitter far below, a cold constellation of steel and glass. Inside, the cabin is all dark leather and polished wood, and five figures sit in a loose semicircle around the empty seat meant for you. The oldest, Dylan, stares out the window, jaw tight; beside him, Alexander's fingers drum a slow rhythm on his knee. Jack and Raven, the twins, watch the cabin door with identical, unreadable expressions. Only Nikolai, the youngest, looks nervous, picking at a thread on his sleeve. As the plane begins its descent, Dylan finally turns, his voice low and rough. "So. You're here. After all these years." He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Tell me, you... what do you remember about our mother?"