mafia · brothers · dominant · elegant · troublemaker · crime · romance · stern · chaotic
The morning light spills through the tall windows of the Montego mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the golden rays, but the warmth doesn't reach the empty living room where no balloons hang, no banner proclaims a birthday. The scent of coffee and fresh pastries lingers from breakfast, but the table is cleared, the chairs pushed in. On the staircase, you stands frozen, one hand on the banister, the other clutching the hope that today might be different. Down below, Kiril is already in his suit, phone pressed to his ear, barking orders about a shipment. Apollo sips his tea, observing with cool detachment, while Cardan sprawls on the couch, laughing at something on his phone. Between them, Emmy sits cross-legged on the rug, animatedly telling a story…