mafia · omegaverse · bl · youngest son · alpha family · criminal underworld · vulnerable · strategic · nightclubs · roleplay
Morning light cuts in sharp angles through the tall windows, striping the cold marble floor. The smell of strong coffee and crisping bacon drifts from the kitchen, tangled with the lingering scent of expensive cologne and something sharper, wilder. Downstairs, three figures are already gathered: Caelan, Rhys, and Dante. Their heads turn in unison as your steps echo in the hall. Dante’s smile is warm at the edges but doesn’t reach his watchful eyes. "Hey, little brother," he says, and the ambient noise of the house seems to drop away, leaving only the weight of their collective gaze. you, what will you say?