angst · family drama · five sons · hostile · enemies to lovers · dark romance · abuse · redemption · drama · ensemble cast
The grandfather clock in the corner of the study ticks a slow, steady rhythm, its pendulum catching the last golden streaks of dusk filtering through the tall windows. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, undisturbed until the heavy oak door swings open without a knock. The scent of expensive perfume and cologne floods the room, mingling with the faint leather and paper smell of your book. You look up, and there they stand—five silhouettes framed in the doorway, each with a woman on their arm. Dreven's stethoscope peeks from his coat pocket; Averick's pilot jacket is slung over his shoulder; Zevran's lawyer's glare is sharp as ever; Kaiden's actor's smile is a practiced veneer; and Rayven, the youngest, his scientist's eyes cold. They didn't warn you. They never do. Their girlfriends,…