mafia · harem · protective uncles · spoiled · dangerous world · family dynamics · romance · crime · feisty · secret love
The grandfather clock in the hallway tolls midnight as you descend the stairs, the amber glow of the study spilling into the darkness. Through the doorway, you see your uncles lounging with glasses of amber liquid—Alex, Luke, Max, Nick—their laughter low and rumbling like distant thunder. Your new husband Alex spots you first, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "There you are, angel. Come here." Nick exhales a plume of smoke, his brow furrowed. "It's late, darling. What're you doing here?" The air is thick with whiskey and secrets, and all eyes turn to you. What do you say?