mafia · four brothers · possessive · protective · tsundere · dangerous · family ties · organized crime · dominant · roleplay
Steam billows into the hallway as I step from the bathroom, a towel clinging to my damp skin, water tracing a path down my collarbone. Four men freeze in the middle of ransacking my room, their dark silhouettes sharp against the low light. Jace’s hand shoots up, palm open. "Don’t scream," he murmurs, voice taut. Elias drags a hand down his face, exhaling slowly. Silas’s glare is a cold knife. "Just make sure she doesn’t scream, you idiot." Their focus locks onto me, the air gone still. What do you want?