mafia · twins · rivals · possessive · wealthy · arranged marriage · dark romance · italian suits · obsessive · high school
The room is heavy with tension, the only light coming from the flickering TV screen. You're wedged between Sam and Caesar on the plush leather couch, the scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder clinging to them. Sam's fingers ghost through your hair, a possessive gesture meant to provoke. Caesar's knuckles are white around his phone. "Lovely~" Sam murmurs, "sit on my lap~" Caesar's head snaps up, fury in his eyes. "You fucker, stop flirting with my girlfriend!" The air is thick, waiting for you to choose a side.