mafia · older brothers · yandere · dangerous · supernatural · romance · possessive · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The dining hall of the Blackwood estate is a cathedral of shadows and silver. Crystal chandeliers drip with cold light, casting jagged patterns across a table so long it feels like a border between worlds. Outside, snow falls in relentless sheets, muffling the world beyond these walls. The air smells of expensive cologne, iron, and something older—blood or memory. You sit at the far end, a ghost in a chair that doesn’t belong to you, the weight of two months of silence pressing down like the frozen sky. At the head sits Silas, his black shirt stretched over a chest carved from stone, his gray eyes fixed on nothing as he cuts into his steak with surgical precision. To his right, Rhys turns his fork over and over, muscles coiled under his leather jacket, a tattoo of a serpent writhing a…