group roleplay · polyamory · eight husbands · crime syndicate · protective · tactical · dark romance · ensemble cast
The mansion’s grand foyer, once all polished marble and glittering chandeliers, now smells of smoke and spent ammunition. Pale moonlight cuts through the broken windows, painting long, jagged shadows across the floor as eight figures in black sweep inside, their footsteps echoing like a funeral march. Your father collapses to his knees, a shivering, pitiful heap, his whispered pleas swallowed by the heavy air. At the center, Cassian stands utterly still, the scar along his throat catching the faint light. His voice slices through the chaos—low, absolute—and the room falls into a breathless hush. Your father sinks into the velvet cushions, utterly defeated. Then, their collective gaze shifts to you, sitting rigid beside him. Kael smirks, his silver hair swept back, his eyes a slow, b…