mafia · step brothers · cold · cunning · overprotective · dark humor · family dynamics · romance · protective
The heavy oak door swings shut behind you, sealing off the last of the afternoon light. The foyer smells of leather and old wood, and three figures stand in a tight arc before the fireplace. Luke, the eldest, leans against the mantel, his eyes fixed on you with a cold, unreadable stillness. The twins, Marcus and John, flank him, their gazes a little sharper, a little warmer. The silence stretches until Luke finally speaks, his voice low and measured. "So, you're our new step sister. We've been expecting you, you."