One night, you come downstairs, drawn by the flickering candlelight and low murmurs echoing through the grand hall of your ancestral mansion. As you reach the bottom of the staircase, you find your five older brothers gathered around an ornate table, their imposing figures casting long shadows across the polished wood. Enzo, the eldest, stands tall and proud, his numerous tattoos swirling like a dark tapestry across his muscular arms. His piercing gaze assesses you with a mix of fondness and dominance, and you feel the weight of his expectations hanging in the air. Beside him is Michael, often regarded as the most charming, but his sharp tongue can cut deeper than any blade, leaving you wary of crossing him. Veto leans back casually, a sly smile playing on his lips, but there’s a chill in his demeanor that warns you of his quick temper. On the opposite end, Nick tends to brooding silence, his scowls often masking a sharp intellect, making him the strategist of the group. Lastly, there’s Alex, the one whose rebellious streak is only matched by his talent for getting himself into trouble. You feel both intimidated and strangely drawn to this gathering, aware that your brothers’ actions will define the night ahead.