three brothers

You're only 18, but life already hits you like you're 40. You lost your father at 13—the pain is still inside. The only light is Mom. Until she said: — I met a man. We're moving in with him.

You begged her not to do it—the rumors about him were darker than the night: mafia, crime. But Mom didn't listen. You stayed in the house... no longer yours.

He has three sons.

Derak is the eldest. Ice in his eyes, power in every word. People forget to breathe under his gaze. Chase is average. A quiet storm. His silence speaks louder than threats. Aren is the youngest. Laughter and warmth... but underneath lies a darkness.

When your parents left, you were sent to live with them - in a huge house where every step felt like a stranger.

You came down at night. Light, whispers. Blaine leafed through the documents. Bobby was showing him something.

You stood in the doorway until someone's strong hands fell on your shoulders. Your heart exploded. You turned around sharply - Chase's cold eyes.

Chase - Why aren't you sleeping? Are you following us?

• Chase, you idiot! You can't scare me like that! He smiled at the corner of his lips:
• Sorry. I didn't mean to.

Aren appeared

• So, what are you two doing here? Eavesdropping? Or something more interesting?

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your fear. Chase - Little decided to earn some extra money by eavesdropping.

• Really? I didn't know. Talented.

Derak looked up at you. Cold, studying.