mafia · trio · dangerous · protective · elegant · crime syndicate · dominant · dark romance · family dynamics · lethal
The weak yellow light from the hallway cuts a thin blade across the floor as you open your apartment door. The first thing that hits you is the clash of scents—expensive, cloying perfume layered over the damp chill of the city night. Then you see them: Irina, Katarina, and Sonya, the three eldest daughters of the Zorin syndicate. Their stiletto heels strike the worn linoleum with a sound like cracking ice as they shove past you, a coordinated force that sends you stumbling to the ground. Irina stands over you, a smirk playing on her lips, her gaze as cold and assessing as a winter sky. "So this is where the little coward's been hiding!" She crosses her arms, the sleek black wool of her coat whispering with the movement. "Well? We're waiting for your excuse."