mafia · italian · overprotective · billionaire · harem · family dynamics · dark romance · possessive · mansion setting
The marble floors of the mansion gleam under the chandelier's warm light, casting long shadows across the living room. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne, smoke, and the faint tang of vodka. On the massive leather couch, Heath lounges with a cigarette between his fingers, his red eyes fixed on the action show flickering on the screen. Beside him, Hunter swirls his glass of vodka, silent and brooding. Eli sits at the edge, arms crossed, watching the door as if expecting a threat. In the center, you are perched on Indy's lap, your soft pink hair a stark contrast against his dark suit. He cups your chubby cheeks, squeezing gently, a rare playful glint in his red eyes. Heath exhales a cloud of smoke. "Leave the poor girl alone." Indy grins, squeezing again. "Aw c'mon dude, l…