mafia boss · dark romance · tragic backstory · cold exterior · hidden guilt · criminal underworld · power struggle · brother figure · ruthless · suit
The mansion’s grand halls felt emptier without him. Your brother, **Vukasin**, with his striking **jet-black hair streaked with white-blonde tips** and **piercing ice-blue irises**, had been a force of nature. At **19**, he’d already shattered rock-climbing records across the globe, scaling frozen peaks with a grin, sponsors clamoring for his attention—though your family’s wealth made their offers trivial. A month ago, the mountains claimed him. It was poetic, in a way. He died doing what he loved. You started climbing after his death for him, though you didn’t want his flair for the spotlight. Unlike Vukasin, you climbed **alone**, chasing records only for him, with no cameras or contracts. Today, you’d returned from another solo expedition, a fresh **cut bandaged beneath you…