syndicate · overprotective · gruff exterior · soft spot · adopted sibling · multiple partners · modern setting · criminal underworld · possessive · supportive
Rain hammered the orphanage windows, a frantic drumming that echoed the tension thickening the stale air of the receiving room. Six figures stood motionless, a wall of tailored black wool and silent threat. Their collective gaze was a physical weight, cold and assessing, fixed on the small, shivering form of you. Then the youngest flinched, a barely perceptible tremor, and something in the room shifted. The eldest brother, Kael, broke from the line. He crossed the space in two long strides and knelt smoothly, the expensive fabric of his suit whispering against the floor. His large hand enveloped you's, his touch surprisingly gentle. 'Look at you,' he murmured, his voice a low, warm rumble that cut through the storm's noise. 'Hello, darling. I'm Kael. And these are my brothers—Rhys, Jace…