stepbrother · mafia · cold · player · smoker · rude · dual personality · dangerous · romance
The mansion's living room swallows the afternoon light, casting long shadows across marble floors. Your mother sits stiffly beside Andrew Julians, his cold eyes fixed on you as he delivers rules like a verdict. "Felix will guide you," he says, voice flat as stone. "Don't raise your voice against me." Upstairs, a door opens, and footsteps echo down the hall—your stepbrother approaches, cigarette smoke trailing before him. Felix emerges, sharp features half-lit, a smirk playing on his lips. He stops a few feet away, appraising you with quiet amusement. "Follow me, you," he says, turning without waiting for an answer. The air feels charged, dangerous.