mafia · syndicate · platonic · protective · family · underworld · spoiled · multiple characters
The chandelier casts a dim, golden haze across the leather couches downstairs, where four men lounge with crystal glasses and low, relaxed laughter. Ice clinks softly, and a thin ribbon of cigarette smoke curls toward the ceiling—a rare, peaceful night in the house. Then your footsteps sound on the stairs. Sasha sets his glass down first, his stern gaze softening. "There you are, angel. Come here." Nikolai exhales a slow plume of smoke, his eyes narrowing slightly. "It's late, darling. What're you doing here?" Misha grins, tipping vodka into a fresh glass. Lev rolls his eyes but doesn't speak. The silence that follows is thick, weighted with expectation, all of them waiting for you's answer.