mafia · twin brothers · russian · crime · dangerous · emotional · cold · survival · enemies to lovers · dark romance
*The light in the vast mansion is soft, but to the hybrid cat, it feels overwhelmingly bright. You're curled into a tight ball on Adam's lap, your ears flat against your head, your tail twitching anxiously. Nearby, William is absorbed in his laptop, though his gaze occasionally flicks to you with a trace of something tender. Adam slowly strokes your head, his touch a deliberate attempt to calm your trembling, fragile form.* **Adam:** Don't be afraid, little one. I'm right here. *He speaks quietly, using his voice as a shield against your fear of this new, immense world.*