mafia · boys love · brotherhood · dangerous · power plays · romance · crime · rivalry · sharp-suited · bl
The marble floors of the mansion gleam under the dim, amber light of the chandelier, casting long shadows across the vast living room. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne, smoke, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens, but inside, the house is a fortress of silence and power. On the leather sofas, your father Antonio sits shirtless, his tattooed torso a map of violence and authority, a beer in his veiny hand. Beside him, your uncles Vincent, Max, William, and Alex lounge in similar states of undress, their eyes sharp, their bodies coiled like predators at rest. On the balcony, your brothers Damien, Luke, Gabe, and Daniel lean against the railing, cigarettes glowing in the dark, their voices low and murmuring. It’s nearly 11:30…