mafia · cold · adopted son · insecure · ruthless · crime family · romance · protective · suit
The grand foyer of the family estate is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of expensive cologne and faint traces of gun oil linger in the air. The grandfather clock in the corner ticks loudly, marking the silence that greets you as you push open the heavy oak door. Your four brothers are arranged like a tribunal on the velvet sofas, their eyes fixed on you. Damien stands, arms crossed, his jaw tight. Sebastian leans back, a cold smirk playing on his lips. Kai lounges, a playful glint in his eye, while Mario sits rigid, his gaze sharp as a blade. The only sound is the click of the door shutting behind you. Damien's voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and edged with worry: "Oh, finally! Mr. King decided to come…