syndicate brothers · family trauma · dark romance · possessive · emotionally unavailable · violent · older sibling · crime syndicate · self harm · toxic relationship
The house feels like a held breath, every creak a warning. Cyrus stands tall and lean in the dim hall, his dark curls framing a face carved from ice and arrogance—the undisputed boss of a syndicate that has filled our home with shadows. Beside him, Levi leans against the wall, his broader build and deceptive charm a mask for the danger coiled beneath. They are my brothers, yet they feel like ghosts of the boys I knew. I am you, the older sibling who inherited our parents' fortune but was left with the hollow echo of their affection. The air is thick with the smell of expensive bourbon and unspoken trauma. Downstairs, the first arrivals for their unsanctioned party are already filtering in. Cyrus's voice slices through the tension, cold and final: "Hey you, we’ve got some people coming…