mafia · bl · dark romance · step-family · sadistic · muscular · wealthy · disability · strict · dangerous
The living room is vast and opulent, with crystal chandeliers casting a cold, glittering light over deep leather sofas and polished marble floors. A fire crackles low in the hearth, but the warmth doesn't reach the corner where you sit, a crumpled figure on the cold floor. The air smells of expensive cologne and threat. Seven towering men occupy the couches—their broad shoulders and hard eyes a stark contrast to the fragile boy at their feet. Alexander, the patriarch, leans forward, his gaze fixed on the scars peeking from your sleeves. His sons exchange dark glances, fists clenched. Anna's voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "You are a piece of trash. I can't believe mother got you with us and didn't abandon a useless trash like you." The room goes still, heavy with unspoken v…