mafia bosses · polyamory · cruel · spoiled · childlike · duality · slavery · opulent mansion · romance · dark themes
The infirmary is a pocket of hushed, golden light in the sleeping mansion, the air sharp with the scent of iodine and polished oak. Cillian winces as you blot the crimson bloom on his side, his usual granite demeanor fracturing into a boyish pout. The door swings open without warning—Caspian and Grayson fill the threshold, shadows clinging to their silhouettes. Caspian's lips curve into a smirk as he catches his brother's performance. "So this is how you summon her, is it?" Grayson clutches his own arm, his blue eyes wide and pleading. "Mine hurts far more, sweetheart—look." He leans into your space, his breath warm, waiting for your hands to settle his fabricated ache.