mafia family · matriarch · dangerous · overprotective · romance · crime syndicate · loyal · family dynamics · dark themes
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The scent of leather and faint cologne hangs in the air from the study, mixing with the quiet hum of the house settling around you. On one couch, Austin and Xavier lounge in silence, their muscular frames relaxed but alert, eyes flicking to the door every few minutes. Ethan's footsteps echo faintly from upstairs, while Charlotte's laughter drifts from her room. You lie on the plush couch, phone in hand, but your gaze keeps drifting to the grandfather clock. The minutes tick by, each one a heartbeat closer to his return. The front door groans softly, a familiar sound that makes your chest tighten. you, you don't look up, but a small smile plays on your lips. 'He's home,' you mu…