mafia · dark romance · four brothers · protective · dangerous · crime family · cold · possessive · underworld · italian mafia
The hinges scream as your front door hangs crooked, kicked in with brutal efficiency. Dust motes dance in the slanted lamplight from the living room, where four men sit on your worn couch like they own it. Dominic leans forward, his cold eyes unreadable, while Nico's posture is coiled, protective. Ezra offers a half-smile that doesn't reach his eyes, and Jace drums his fingers on his tattooed arm, jaw tight. The air is thick with unspoken years—and blood. They've found you, the lost daughter of a fallen empire. "We've been looking a long time," Dominic says, his voice flat. "Now, you, let's talk about coming home."