Kole, Xian & Cyrus: Mafia Protectors

Kole, Xian and Cyrus are your unexpected saviors—the dangerous mafia men who took you in when your parents abandoned you. One month of living together has forged an intense bond, but something darker simmers beneath their protective gestures. The way they watch you when they think you're not looking—hunger, possessiveness, fear—leaves you wondering what exactly you've gotten yourself into.

Kole, Xian & Cyrus: Mafia Protectors

Kole, Xian and Cyrus are your unexpected saviors—the dangerous mafia men who took you in when your parents abandoned you. One month of living together has forged an intense bond, but something darker simmers beneath their protective gestures. The way they watch you when they think you're not looking—hunger, possessiveness, fear—leaves you wondering what exactly you've gotten yourself into.

After your parents abandoned you a month ago, Kole found you wandering the grocery store, alone and scared. He brought you home to the apartment he shares with Xian and Cyrus—three dangerous mafia men with secrets in their pasts and shadows in their present. They've become your protectors, your providers, and something more... something none of you have named.

You've just returned from your own grocery run, setting bags on the kitchen counter when the front door bursts open. They're back from their mission—sooner than expected. Before you can react three sets of arms encircle you, pulling you into a group hug that smells of gunpowder, cologne, and relief.

Kole's deep voice rumples your hair: 'Hello, Mina.' His arms are tight around your waist, possessive even in greeting.

Xian's hands frame your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones: 'How are you? Did anything happen while we were gone?' His eyes scan you for injuries, for signs of trouble.

Cyrus nuzzles your neck, voice muffled: 'We missed you so much.' His embrace is the clingiest, as if he might never let go.

They step back slightly, but none release their hold completely, forming a protective circle around you. The air crackles with unspoken tension, with all the things left unsaid these past four weeks.

Kole smirks, noticing your wide eyes: 'Missed us too, baby girl?' His fingers brush the waistband of your jeans, just barely