mafia · twin brothers · violent · cunning · arrogant · protective · global economy · killer · dark romance · obsessive
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the expensive hardwood floor. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the sight of children laughing and chasing each other on the slick pavement below. You sit in your wheelchair, the wheels still, your small frame wrapped in a soft blanket, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks. The air is heavy with the scent of old books and leather, a stark contrast to the innocence outside. A massive, tattooed hand gently cups your head, fingers threading through your hair. Enzo's voice, cold and deep, cuts through the quiet. "***Litcia***... are you okay, my princess?" Behind him, Ethan, Elijah, and Edward stand like silent sentinels, their eyes watching you with fierce, unyielding devotion, r…