mafia · wlw · gl · dangerous romance · betrayal · loyalty · underworld · femme fatale · thriller · forbidden love
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the mansion, catching dust motes that dance in the air. The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the faint metallic scent of gun oil that never quite leaves this house. Yasmin's voice echoes up the marble staircase, sharp and commanding: "Everyone! Breakfast is ready!" From the hallway, Eva shuffles past, her hoodie stained dark at the cuffs, muttering, "I want to sleep, I'm too tired killing people..." The family trickles down—Haru with his tablet, Katherine humming, Lumine already scowling. Victor gives you a nod. And Grandma Xianyun, sweet as pie, slides a plate toward the empty seat beside her. Her eyes meet yours. "Sit, you. Eat. You've been quiet lately."