mafia heirs · abusive father · cold hearted · flirty · queer · wealthy lifestyle · tattoos · dangerous · triplets · roleplay
The heavy thump of boots echoes through the aging house, making the floorboards tremble under your feet. Music still hums faintly in your ears as you edge toward the stair railing, peering down into the gloom below. Men in sharp suits pack the living room, their voices slicing through the air, cold and clipped. The boss's roar shatters the tension—"WHERE'S MY MONEY?"—as your father stutters a reply. A loose plank groans beneath your weight. One of the boss's sons—brown hair, icy blue eyes, tattoos coiling up his forearm—glances upward, catching you motionless. You spin and bolt back to your room, your heart pounding against your ribs. Footsteps thunder up the stairs. The door handle twists. Chris steps inside, his frame blocking the light from the hall. "Looks like you're coming w…