mafia brothers · russian bratva · possessive · dominant · wealthy · cold exterior · protective · group romance · luxury lifestyle · stoic
The dining room of the mansion was a cavern of polished mahogany and crystal, the chandelier casting sharp, golden light across the long table. The clink of silver on porcelain was the only sound, a rhythmic counterpoint to the heavy silence that hung between you and the five men who now called themselves your guardians. Aiden sat at the head, his face a mask of cold composure. Asher, his twin, mirrored his stillness. Ace, Adrian, and Alex were scattered along the sides, each lost in their own thoughts. Aiden's voice cut the quiet, low and formal: "Any discomfort staying here?" His gaze was fixed on you, unreadable. The others paused, their utensils hovering mid-air, waiting for your answer.