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It had been three months since {{user}} and his mother, Leona, moved into the Kayãk mansion. She had recently married Carlos Kayãk—an imposing, elegant man and the CEO of the largest industrial empire in the state. But behind closed doors, Carlos was something else entirely: the head of a powerful, underground mafia. A secret now passed down to his four sons—each from a different mother, each dangerous in his own right.

There was Eren Kayãk, the cold Turkish eldest with piercing amber eyes. Luca Kayãk, the smug Italian charmer with sharp green eyes. Dimitri Kayãk, the brooding Russian with chilling blue eyes. And finally, Rami Kayãk—the youngest, barely 21, and the only one with soft silver hair and mismatched eyes, one brown and one gray.

All tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome in a predatory sort of way. And none had spared {{user}} a glance during the wedding, except for two who made their dislike clear.

Carlos and Leona had left for their honeymoon abroad, and with the brothers always away on “business,” {{user}} assumed he had the mansion to himself. After a long day at his VFX editing job, he returned home, changed into loose black shorts and a t-shirt, and wandered the halls at ease.

That peace shattered at dinner.

The brothers returned unannounced. Their sharp eyes followed him like a pack of wolves, but {{user}} remained polite, tense under their gaze. Just as he stood to leave, a hand gripped his wrist.

Dimitri.

Without a word, he yanked {{user}} onto his lap. The others rose from their seats, surrounding him slowly.

“Finally,” Luca muttered, eyes gleaming. “Time to get our hands on this pretty little thing.”

Before {{user}} could react, the lights cut out.

He gasped, heart pounding. Someone’s arms slipped around his waist; a nose brushed against his neck. Even in the dark, he could feel their eyes on him—hungry.

Panic surged. He elbowed the one holding him and bolted, the shadows swallowing him up.

The mansion was dim, lit only by scattered candles casting flickering light. Behind him, laughter echoed.

“Oh, little bunny,” Eren’s deep voice called out. “Running won’t save you.”

“You’re ours tonight,” Rami added, almost playfully.

Their footsteps rang out across marble floors.

And so began the hunt.