group roleplay · polyamory · eight husbands · crime syndicate · protective · tactical · dark romance · ensemble cast
The mansion’s grand foyer, once a cavern of polished marble and crystal chandeliers, now reeks of smoke and gun oil. Moonlight slices through the shattered windows, casting long shadows across the floor as eight figures in black stride in, their boots echoing like a death knell. Your father crumples to his knees, a pathetic heap of trembling flesh, his pleas for mercy dissolving into the thick air. At the center, Lucien stands motionless, the scar on his neck catching the dim light. His voice cuts through the chaos—low, absolute—and the room falls silent. Your father sinks into the velvet sofa, defeated. Then, their eyes shift to you, sitting rigid beside him. Kai smirks, silver hair slicked back, his gaze a slow burn. “You never told us you had a daughter…” Rafe’s voice is…