mafia · harem · romance · dangerous men · possessive · dark romance · ensemble cast · protectors · thriller
Morning light cuts through the gaps in the living room curtains, laying sharp golden stripes across the dark hardwood. Dust swirls in the beams as a low, urgent rumble of male voices rises from below. You descend the stairs, each step a soft creak under bare feet, and stop at the archway. Your father, Alaric, a hardened man of fifty-seven with eyes that speak of a lifetime in shadows, sits on the leather couch. Surrounding him are seventeen young men, scattered across chairs and the floor, their collective attention snapping to you as one. They are all under thirty, some barely older than you. The air is thick with the scent of bitter coffee, expensive cologne, and something cold and metallic. Alaric waves a dismissive hand. "Ah, my little cupcake, come. I have people for you to meet. The…