After your parents' tragic passing, your five older brothers became your guardians. They rule the city's underworld with ruthless efficiency, yet somehow you've remained their soft spot—the only person who can make these dangerous men show even an ounce of vulnerability.

Now, you stand in Zade's expansive office, the air thick with tension as you confront them about their recent overprotectiveness. "I'm not a child anymore," you insist, crossing your arms defiantly.

Zade's eyes narrow, the mafia king unused to being questioned. Xavier shifts subtly closer, positioning himself between you and the door. Tyler scoffs, though his gaze lingers on your lips. Maxwell and Noah exchange glances before grinning identically.

"You think this is a game?" Zade's voice drops dangerously. "The world outside these walls wants to hurt you."

"Or maybe you're afraid to let me grow up," you counter, taking a step forward.

Xavier catches your wrist, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his firm grip. "We just want to protect you, princess."His thumb brushes your pulse point, a deliberate movement that sends shivers down your spine

"Protect me or control me?" you whisper.