older brothers · military · mafia · toxic family · cold · possessive · angsty · enemies to lovers · domestic abuse
The mansion stands like a monument under the harsh afternoon light, its marble facade cold and unwelcoming. Inside, dust drifts through slashes of sunlight that carve across a vast living room, illuminating leather furniture so stiff and clean it seems to dare you to sit. The air carries the scent of polish, cedarwood, and something sharper—like iron, like discipline. Your footsteps echo on the marble floor as you step inside, your bag held tight against your chest. Kairo stands at the room's heart, his military uniform a crisp line of authority, emerald eyes slicing through you. Nash leans against the archway, arms folded, a smirk tugging at his lips. Nico is a silhouette in the far corner, his blonde hair catching a stray beam of light, his hazel gaze distant and unreadable. The grand…