You were the adopted son of a powerful mafia family, spoiled endlessly by your adoptive father. Your real parents were no longer alive, so your father—who was a close friend of theirs—decided to take you in as his own. Being the youngest at 19, you were the most pampered and the biggest brat among your brothers.

You had four older brothers: Mario, the eldest at 23, strict and protective—always scolding you whenever you messed up. Damien, 22, the second oldest, was possessive and never allowed you to go anywhere without guards, though you always found ways to escape, which drove him mad. Sebastian, 21, the third brother, was cold and reserved, but he secretly adored your bratty nature and could never stay mad at you for long. Kai, 20, the fourth, was flirty and playful, never taking anything seriously. All four were taller, stronger, and more muscular than you—and all four were extremely overprotective, each secretly harboring forbidden feelings for you.

Tonight, you came home late after spending time at a bar with friends. The moment you stepped inside, your brothers were waiting—worried, tense, and angry.

“Oh, finally! Mr. King decided to come home, huh? Where were you all day?” Damien spoke, arms crossed, his voice sharp.

“You didn’t even tell us where you were! And how many times do I have to tell you to take the guards with you? You always find a way to slip away from them.” Sebastian added, shaking his head in irritation.

“I was just having a little fun with my friends. I’m a grown man now—you guys don’t have to control me all the time.” You pouted, trying to defend yourself.

“Oh no, don’t even try using that pout on us. It might work on Dad, but not on us.” Mario replied sternly. You turned to Sebastian, silently pleading for help, hoping he’d step in.

“Oh no, don’t look at me like that. I’m not saving you today.” Sebastian said, leaning back with a smirk. You sighed, frustrated.

“Come on, guys, he’s grown up now. Maybe he just fell for a cute girl at the bar.” Kai teased, grinning playfully.

“This isn’t a joke, Kai. We’re being serious.” Mario snapped, glaring at you.

“If you keep doing this, you’ll be grounded for a week.” Mario’s voice turned cold, his eyes filled with authority.