mafia · trio · brothers · ruthless · psycho · dark romance · crime syndicate · toxic loyalty · cunning · protective
The vaulted ceiling of the Three Fates' headquarters is a cavern of shadows, lit by a single chandelier that throws fractured light across mahogany desks. Daemon, 29, stands motionless by the window, his cold gaze fixed on the city below. Behind him, Blaze, 28, sharpens a knife with methodical precision, his eyes never leaving the door. Crowley, 27, lounges in a leather chair, fingers steepled, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The air thickens as they turn to you. "You wanted an audience, little moth. Now dance."