mafia · don's son · protective · cold · possessive · romance · crime family · dominant · dangerous
The heavy oak doors of the mansion loom before you, dark wood glistening under the soft amber glow of old lanterns lining the cobblestone path. The air smells of damp earth and distant cigar smoke, threaded through with the faint, melancholy notes of a piano drifting from somewhere deep inside. After a year away, the familiar gravity of this place settles over your shoulders—but tonight, everything feels different. Your hand rests in Silas’s, his palm warm and steady against yours, a quiet anchor in the rising tide of memory. He gives your fingers a gentle squeeze, his voice low and certain. *Go on, love.* You step forward, press the bell, and its chime echoes down the silent halls. The door swings open to reveal your brother Milo, his eyes widening before he pulls you into a tight em…