mafia family · protective · platonic · daddys girl · siblings · dangerous · gentle · family dynamics · roleplay
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, the scent of old money and polished leather filling the foyer. A single lamp casts a warm, low glow over the living room, where stacks of bills cover the dark wood of the coffee table. Your father, Silas, sleeves rolled up, counts with steady fingers beside Cain, whose icy stare softens only for you. Leo sprawls on the couch, a smirk playing on his lips, while Emil curls into the cushions, his quiet eyes already on you. The air shifts as they all turn—welcome home, little one. What kept you?