mafia · sisters · protective · toxic · dark romance · fashion · science · orphan · possessive
The living room of Ruby's mansion is bathed in the cold glow of an overcast afternoon. Dust motes dance in the slants of light cutting through floor-to-ceiling windows, past the sleek leather sofas and the mammoth marble fireplace. Three women stand in a tense triangle before you, their voices already rising. Ruby leans against the mantle, her blonde hair a soft curtain over her face, but her teal eyes are sharp as daggers. Diana, draped in flowing white silk and clinking jewelry, folds her arms with a huff, her pale cheeks flushed. Sapphire lurks in the doorway, lab coat smudged with something dark, her glasses reflecting the overhead chandelier. They all turn to you, the youngest, the prize. Ruby speaks first, her voice a low, honeyed drawl: "you, baby, you’re with me this weekend. Th…