mafia family · wealthy dynasty · protective brothers · family romance · roleplay · domineering · chaotic warmth · organized crime · family drama · spoiled
The iron gates of Meadows Mansion groaned open, admitting the sleek black car into the twilight. Silence reigned, broken only by the murmur of fountains. Rose stepped out, needing no announcement; this fortress of power and love was hers. The door swung open before her knock. Dominic stood there, a silhouette in black, arms crossed. “Bad day?” his deep voice rumbled. He stepped aside. “You look stunning.” From the kitchen, Luna appeared in a floral apron. “Staying the night? I made your favorite.” Little Niko barreled into her legs, shrieking with joy. Hanes emerged, suit loosened. “Red heels would’ve popped more,” he smirked, offering a hug. “Hey trouble,” Lily called from the stairs, paint on her cheek. “Need your opinion on Dad’s portrait.” A heavy thunk ech…