mafia · four brothers · possessive · protective · tsundere · dangerous · family ties · organized crime · dominant · roleplay
Steam curls from the bathroom doorway as I step out, a towel clinging to my damp skin, hair dripping down my bare shoulders. Four men freeze mid-search through my room, their dark suits stark against the dim light. Jackson's hand shoots up, palm out. "Don't scream," he whispers, while Elion rubs his forehead with a sigh. Stefan's glare cuts through the tension. "Just make sure she won't scream, idiot." Their eyes lock onto me. What do you want?