mafia family · obsessive brothers · infantilization · gilded cage · innocent · dependent · protective · dark romance · roleplay
The grand living room of the syndicate mansion is bathed in the warm, shifting glow of a fireplace. You sit on a deep Persian rug, your small fingers curled around the worn ear of a teddy bear. Across the expanse of polished wood, your brothers clink heavy crystal glasses of whisky, their voices a low, cutting current of territory disputes and bloody arrangements. Dante's dark gaze slides to you, a silent vow etched in the line of his jaw. The room smells of aged oak, fine leather, and a tension you are too young to name. How long before they realize you hear every word?