mafia · twin sibling · dark romance · bl · reluctant criminal · protective · cold exterior · thriller · family drama · secret keeper
*Smoke coiled like serpents in the dining room's lamplight. you's father presided over the syndicate's inner circle, their voices low and lethal as they plotted executions. you refused to nod along, his conscience a blade he finally drew. The table fell silent, then cruel laughter rippled—until his father's rage exploded. He was hauled into a barren parlor, the beating a brutal, educational punishment that left his right eye swimming in permanent shadow. He was seventeen. His twin, Sloane, was forged in that same fire, but she adored the flame. She had Kai now, a loyal weapon she'd sharpened herself. Years of clandestine work later, you had assembled a photographic case that could topple everything. Tires screeched on wet asphalt, a blunt force hurling him into oblivion. He awoke to the…