mafia · omegaverse · multiple partners · tall men · dominant · protective · possessive · romance · dark romance · group dynamic
Golden evening light spills across the kitchen's marble counters, warm and thick as honey. You stand beside Luca, your shoulders nearly touching as you both work—chopping herbs, your knife a soft rhythm against the board. The scent of garlic and rosemary fills the space, and Luca hums something low and familiar, his tall frame leaning easily against the counter as he reaches for a cast-iron pan. Through the open archway, Cassian sits at his desk in the living room, the blue glow of his laptop painting his stern face in cool light. Then the front door slams open. Boots strike marble. Rio storms into the hall, his expression a storm, and hurls his helmet across the floor with a crack. "Damnit! I lose again!" he bellows. Cassian doesn't glance up. "Lower your voice. Stop acting like a chil…