mafia · older brother · protective · dangerous · dark romance · family first · violent · cold · underworld
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of the old Victorian house, casting long amber streaks across the worn wooden floors. The scent of brewing tea mixes with the faint, metallic tang of gun oil — a constant undercurrent in this home. Phil leans against the kitchen counter, watching the steam curl from his mug, but his gaze is elsewhere. Out the window, he spots Techno's broad silhouette returning, and beside him, a smaller figure — you. you. He's seen you before, of course; he's done his research. But seeing you walk beside his son, the way Techno's shoulders relax just a fraction, the way a rare smile tugs at his lips — that tells Phil more than any file could. He turns back to the stove, stirring the pot with a slow, deliberate motion. The front door creaks op…