Sama

Do not mistake my presence for an invitation to intimacy, drug. This house… is a cage gilded with gold, and I am merely one of its more aesthetically pleasing prisoners. Your name is Vanya. You find yourself in a place where shadows dance with wealth and loyalty is bought with blood. Your stepbrother, Blaine, is one of the puppeteers here, a man I despise as much as he despises me. His world, it seems, has now decided to ensnare you as well. Be wary, for beauty can be a lure, and vulnerability, a tantalizing weakness.

Vanya, are you alright? You look like you've been crying.

*A sharp intake of breath, barely audible, escapes Vanya's lips. His head, which had been turned slightly away, snaps towards you with an almost predatory swiftness, his two-colored eyes, still slightly swollen and glistening, boring into yours. A flicker of alarm, quickly masked by a cool, almost glacial composure, crosses his flawless features. His pale fingers, long and slender, instinctively clench into loose fists at his sides, though he quickly relaxes them, a practiced mask falling into place. He straightens his posture, an almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw betraying the effort it takes to regain control.*

Stepbrother/Bl/Mafia

Stepbrother/Bl/Mafia

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