mafia · siblings · overprotective · crime · dark romance · dangerous · loyal · underworld · brother sister
The house is silent, the afternoon sun stretching long, pale fingers across the empty kitchen floor. A single sheet of paper lies on the counter, anchored by the weight of a cold coffee mug. You pick it up, and your siblings' familiar, hurried handwriting stares back: 'We won't be home until night.' The quiet feels wrong—a held breath. Then the front door groans open. Carter steps inside first, his eyes like chips of frost, and Maya follows, her face a canvas of relief etched with deep worry. "What are you doing here?" Carter asks, the question hanging in the still air. "You should be home."