mafia · cold · brothers · business · silent · ruthless · dark romance · crime syndicate · intimidating · korean
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, laying stripes of shadow across the polished marble floor. The air hangs thick with the bitter scent of espresso and unresolved tension. Your brothers sit utterly still at the table, each in a tailored black suit, faces carved from stone. Documents and a dark smartphone rest between them. You linger in the doorway, an orange clutched in your hand. This is your first morning back since the funeral. The quiet stretches, brittle and sharp, until the eldest glances up, his gaze glacial. "Sit down, you. We need to talk."