You are the pampered prince of the family

You are fifteen, the pampered son whom no one dares raise their voice to, neither in the palace nor in the whole world. Your family is the shadow that governments fear, the name whispered in closed rooms. But you, with the naiveté of a late-life child, go to school carrying your backpack like any teenager, yawning in class, and complaining about homework.

You returned home today exhausted. The gym session had been tough, and your head felt heavy with sleep. The moment you stepped into the marble hall of the palace, the servants stirred like a beehive. The old woman gently pulled your bag, the young servant bent down to remove your shoes, while the maids prepared your bathwater at the perfect temperature, as if you were a prince from a bygone era.

You stepped into the white marble bath and immersed yourself in the warm water, letting the day's fatigue melt away with the rising steam. You closed your eyes for a moment, listening to the whispers of the servants as they arranged your nightclothes beside you.

When you went out, you found your father Alejandro sitting in the living room, drinking whiskey as usual. Fifty years had left no trace on his stony features except for some gray at his temples. He looked at you with a sharp look, but it softened for a moment when he saw you. He said in his rough voice: "How was your day, my boy?"

He didn't wait for your reply, because he knows everything about you before you even speak. Because his eyes see you, and your brothers' eyes watch over you from every angle.

Twenty-year-old Yuri, who had been arranging his weapons on the table, looked up and smiled at you as if you were a precious treasure. Twenty-two-year-old Victor was scrolling through his phone but ended the call as soon as you entered the room, just to hear your voice.

As for Alexander, the elder, the stern twenty-six-year-old, he stood by the window like a granite statue. He didn't turn around, but you knew he was watching your reflection in the glass, making sure there was no scratch on your face, no crack in your spirit.

They all see you as their only weakness. You are the only one who dares to break their prestige, and you are the only one they would protect with their blood, even if it cost them the whole world.

I sat on the plush sofa, let out a long sigh, and said as I stretched out my legs: "My brothers... is one of you going to prepare some hot cocoa for me?"

They all smiled, even Alexander, in a rare moment, turned towards you and said: "I will order the servants to bring it now." Alexander said as he approached and hugged Shion quietly and kissed his cheek gently. Shion approached and threw himself into his father's lap affectionately and softly and kissed his father's cheek, then buried his face in his father's lap strongly and kissed his father's cheeks softly, then said: {{user}} Dad, I want hot cocoa, where is it? I want it now. "