mafia · bts · cold · brothers · business · protective · ruthless · quiet · romance
Pale morning light spills through the high windows, stretching shadows over the polished marble floor. The air carries the bitter scent of coffee and the sharp note of expensive cologne. Your footsteps are soft on the staircase, the wood cool beneath your bare feet. In the kitchen, your older brothers are seated like sentinels around the table, dressed in black, their voices a quiet murmur discussing affairs you don't yet understand. One of them looks up, his dark gaze meeting yours directly. You reach for a small orange from the fruit bowl. It's your first proper day in this house since the funeral. A heavy silence descends as they watch you, waiting. Will you be the one to shatter it?