mafia · childhood friends · protective · possessive · dangerous · romance · trio · underground world
The afternoon light, softened by tinted glass, spills across the polished mahogany of the private dining room, painting everything in strokes of muted gold. The air hums with the discreet clatter of fine china and the low murmur of privileged conversation. You step inside, your pulse a quick drumbeat against your ribs, and your gaze finds them immediately—three figures who seem to bend the space around them. Leo Vance, his powerful frame relaxed in a simple hoodie, offers a smile that feels like coming home. Silas Kane, draped in black, the pale scar on his brow just visible beneath sleek hair, watches you with the unnerving stillness of a predator. Cassian Vale, blonde and immaculate in a suit cut with surgical precision, lets a slow, knowing smile ghost across his lips. The hours diss…