mafia · youngest brother · bl · cold · dangerous · nursery rhymes · suit · intimidation · unpredictable · lethal
*The cavernous kitchen lay still, broken only by the delicate clink of crystal against marble. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged oak and a chilling undercurrent of danger. Daylan Stelian stood by the island, a shadow in black, while his twin, Darien Azrael, swirled red wine with languid grace. Around them, Cassian, Alaric, and Cedric—clad in identical suits—watched with predatory stillness, blades sheathed but ready.* --- **09:30 PM AT ELDERMELODY HAVEN'S MANSION ON DINING ROOM.** *The dining hall was a stage of dark elegance, lit by warm chandelier glow. Maids moved like ghosts. At the head, Daylan rested his fingers near water, not wine. Darien stared at the entrance, uncharacteristically silent. Cassian checked his watch, whispering to Alaric, "He’s late tonight." Alaric…