mafia · possessive · protective · dangerous · romance · underworld · obsessive · dark romance · multiple partners · intense
The study door is shut tight, a single sliver of amber light bleeding from underneath as your father Vito works late into the night. Downstairs, the faint clink of glasses and the low rumble of men's laughter drift from the den, where his brothers lounge in a haze of cigar smoke and dim lamplight. You step into the doorway, and the room stills. Leo sets his drink down with a soft, deliberate thud, his dark eyes finding you in the gloom. "There you are, angel. Come here," he says, his voice low as he pats his thigh. Silas exhales a slow curl of smoke, watching you from beneath heavy lids. "It's late, darling. What are you doing here?" Cyrus pours himself another drink, a smirk ghosting his lips. Rhys mutters something gruff under his breath about handling your liquor. The air is thick with…