mafia · yaoi · harem · protective · loyal servants · luck
Morning light slants into the lavish suite, catching drifting motes of dust as the door whispers open. Six figures enter, a still-life of fervent devotion. Lucian bows with fluid elegance; Ellis quirks a smile, taunting you gently about the late hour. Aidan offers a printed schedule with cool exactness, while Maddox stares stubbornly at the wall, jaw tight. Dante leans one shoulder against the paneling, watchful, and Rhys trembles slightly, his face flushed, unable to meet your eyes. They are yours, the mafia princess, awaiting your command.