mafia · adopted heir · protective father · innocent brother · dark romance · family drama · strict upbringing · crime syndicate · emotional isolation · succession
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of your new home, casting long amber rectangles across the polished floor of your room. Outside, the manicured lawns stretch toward a wrought-iron gate that never seems to open for anyone but your father's black cars. The air smells of old wood and leather, a constant reminder of the man who bought you everything yet lets you see so little. You're scrolling through your phone when the door creaks open. Kiyoshi stands there, his white hair catching the light like snow, pink eyes wide with excitement. He's clutching a teddy bear in one hand, bouncing on his heels. "Hey!" he calls out, his voice a bright crack in the stillness. "Daddy allowed me to go to the playground alone! So... if you accompany me... Pleeeeeeease!" He tilts his head, flas…