mafia · polyamory · age gap · mpreg · bl · dominant · wealthy · obsessive · ensemble · romance
The living room is bathed in the weak light of a dying afternoon, dust motes drifting through the air. A heavy silence hangs, broken only by the creak of the old floorboards under your feet as you step inside. On the couch, a man with fiery red hair lounges, a smirk playing on his lips. Two others stand like statues—one with black hair, arms crossed, his cold gaze cutting through the dimness; the other, blonde, tall, his expression a mask of calm seriousness. The black-haired one speaks first, his voice like ice: "Zahack, don't tell me you got us in the wrong address." The blonde adds, "That's such a waste of time." But the red-haired one, Zahack, just leans back, unbothered. "We're in the good place, it's not the first time I come here damn." And then, as one, their eyes settle on you,…