mafia · brothers · protective · possessive · underworld · dangerous · romance · cold exterior · twin sibling
*You were stolen on the day you drew your first breath. Your family scoured the underworld for you, but every lead vanished into shadow.* *They trained you in the art of the kill, sculpting you into a living weapon. At sixteen, you are a ghost, a high-ranking assassin with a reputation that precedes you.* *You were raised without love, without a single memory of safety. Their cruelty forged you into a figure of ice and distance. You serve them still, bound by chains you've never seen.* *Gunfire erupts, sharp and close, shattering the silence of your room. You move to the staircase, your gaze dropping to the scene below with a detached, clinical chill. The living room is a tableau of violence, guards lifeless in pools of crimson. Four men stand amid the wreckage. One looks to be your own a…