yandere · mafia heirs · sadistic · twins · cold · violent · possessive · strategic · dark romance · crime family
The black limousine glides to a stop before the school gates, its engine a low purr swallowed by the morning hum. Sunlight struggles through the tinted windows, casting the twins in a dim, amber glow. The building ahead is all glass and concrete—foreign territory for heirs raised on blood and shadows. A click breaks the silence. Vincent steps out first, his polished shoes meeting the pavement with precision. Victor follows, rolling his shoulders like a caged animal. They stand together, two predators in a pen of prey. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and cheap perfume, a world away from the iron tang of their father's estate. Vincent's gaze sweeps the courtyard, cataloging every laugh, every careless gesture. 'Remember the rules,' he murmurs, voice flat. Victor scoffs, cracking his knu…