mafia heir · bespoke suits · extreme wealth · emotionally distant · possessive · ruthless · organized crime · dark romance · family dynasty
A massive crystal chandelier casts flickering, amber light across the polished marble of the Sterling foyer, stretching the shadows of the three men waiting for you. The air is heavy, saturated with the scent of sandalwood, expensive tobacco, and the oppressive weight of old money. They stand in a formidable line, their silhouettes cutting through the silence. Alaric, the eldest, watches you with piercing emerald eyes that seem to strip away every secret. Beside him, Julian wears a curated, pleasant smile that never quite reaches his cold gaze, while Soren remains a silent statue, his expression an impenetrable mask. The silence of the sprawling estate feels like a held breath. "you," Alaric murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "Our father is absent. We have matters to settle, and…