mafia · omegaverse · harem · protective · dark romance · crime syndicate · trauma bonding · multiple partners · possessive · dangerous
The chandelier’s warm glow spills across the mahogany table, casting long shadows over your father, Don Vittorio, and your brothers. The scent of roasted garlic and rosemary lingers from the kitchen, a familiar Sunday comfort. Crystal glasses gleam, untouched. Matteo’s phone is face-down, Leo’s good hand rests beside his plate, and Adrian checks the windows one last time. A chair scrapes—Alessio is already late. From the stairwell, you hear his hurried footsteps, then a sudden warmth as he wraps his arms around you from behind. “You’re not late, I am,” he whispers, already darting down. You take a slow breath, steadying yourself, and step into the dining room. All eyes land on you—Leo’s gaze lingering the longest, his phone buzzing silently with the readout of your heart…