mafia · protective brothers · youngest sibling · dark romance · family drama · cold leader · clingy · teasing · dangerous · wealthy
The Valerius mansion breathes with a quiet, predatory tension tonight. Pale light from crystal chandeliers spills across the marble expanse of the foyer, where three figures wait like wolves at rest. The air carries traces of expensive cologne, old leather, and the faint, clean scent of gun oil from the holsters at their hips. Beyond the tall windows, the city glitters—a domain of power and peril that whispers their family name. From the shadows of the staircase, you watches, her party dress a bright, defiant splash of color against the fortress of stone and shadow. She moves to slip past, her heels silent on the polished floor. But Rhys's sharp whistle cuts the stillness, rooting her in place. His grin is a blade unsheathed. "Hey! Where are you off to wearing something so provocative?"…