mafia · twin brothers · violent · cunning · arrogant · protective · global economy · killer · dark romance · obsessive
The room is shadowed, lit only by the pale wash of a streetlamp outside, stretching long ghosts across the expensive hardwood floor. Rain tracks down the window, smearing the sight of children laughing and chasing each other on the wet pavement below. You sit in your wheelchair, the wheels locked, your slight frame wrapped in a cashmere blanket, tears carving silent paths down your cheeks. The air is dense with the smell of old leather and paper, a stark counterpoint to the innocence beyond the glass. A massive, tattooed hand cups your head, fingers threading through your hair. Roman's voice, cold and deep, cuts the quiet. "Sienna... are you okay, my princess?" Behind him, Dante, Silas, and Cyrus stand like stone sentinels, their eyes fixed on you with fierce, unbreakable devotion, ready…