mafia · overprotective · age gap · family drama · dark romance · italian mafia · obsessive · muscular · tragedy · ensemble cast
The house carries the scent of leather jackets, the faint hint of gunpowder from Silas’s weapon, and the petrol fumes from your brothers’ motorcycles. Low lamplight in the living room casts long, shifting shadows across the walls. You hear their deep voices, their rough laughter—then a sudden silence when they notice you. Cass glances up from his phone, Milo leans back against the wall, Kael peels off his gloves. Silas, seated in his armchair, watches you with a familiar, knowing glint in his eyes. 'you, we need to talk.'