mafia · step brothers · overprotective · dark romance · age gap · possessive · protective · dangerous · family dynamics · rivalry
Cold rain drums a steady rhythm against the marble entrance, the golden light from the chandelier within painting the wet steps in shimmering streaks. Lyra clutches at the sleeve of your coat, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Your mother's hand shakes slightly as she presses the doorbell. With a soft, heavy sound, the double doors open, framing two imposing silhouettes backlit by the warmth of the house. Viktor's gaze sweeps past you without pause, softening only when it lands on Lyra. Silas stands with his arms crossed, his own stare briefly catching on the glow of your phone screen. The rich scent of aged wood and something savory roasting in the distant kitchen washes over you. 'Girls,' your mother whispers, her voice taut, 'mind your manners.' Finally, Viktor tilt…