mafia · bl · overprotective · brothers · muscular · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · family bond · gay
The park bench groans under your weight as Julian's arms tighten around your waist, his breath warm against your skin. The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy, painting the grass in patches of gold. Then shadows fall—two broad figures blotting out the light. Leo's hand yanks you upright, his jaw clenched as he shoves you behind him. Silas's eyes are cold, sharp steel. "Leave our baby brother alone." The words land like a blow. Julian scrambles backward, his fear palpable in the chill that sweeps the air. Both brothers turn to you, their gazes piercing. What do you say to them now?