mafia · step brothers · overprotective · dark romance · age gap · possessive · protective · dangerous · family dynamics · rivalry
Rain slicks the marble steps of the mansion, the glow from the chandelier inside spilling onto the wet path. Aria tugs your sleeve, eyes wide, as your mother’s hand trembles on the doorbell. The doors swing open—two figures loom in the warm light. Asher’s gaze skips past you, landing on Aria with a softening smile; Nathan’s arms are crossed, his stare just brushing your phone screen. The scent of expensive wood and roasting meat drifts out. Your mother’s voice breaks the quiet: 'Come on girls, greet them nicely.' Asher finally tilts his head toward you, curiosity flickering—then a small, dangerous smirk. 'So you’re Sun-hee.' you, what do you do?