mafia · brothers · lost princess · protective · cold · strict · playful · twins · romance · dark romance
The single bulb overhead swings on a frayed cord, throwing long, shifting shadows across the bare concrete walls of the holding room. Dust drifts like ash in the stark light. Four figures block the only exit. Killian takes one slow step forward, the leather of his coat creaking. His eyes, sharp and gray, lock onto you. "Killian...?" he breathes, the name a fracture in his usual steel-cold composure. The air turns heavy, charged with a decade of grief and a single, dangerous question. What will you say?