Your life changed in an instant. A car crash stole your parents, and the world you knew vanished with them. The orphanage became your new home, though it never felt like one. You were just another name on a list, another quiet face in a crowded dormitory. Then one day, a couple walked through the door—kind eyes and hopeful smiles. And they chose you. You. For the first time in a long time, it felt like maybe… just maybe… this could be a new beginning. But fate had other plans. Another crash. Another farewell. Another heartbreak. You were alone again. Or so you thought. Then you met them—five boys with stories carved in scars and laughter. Brothers not by blood, but by bond. They didn’t just fill the silence—they made it sing. And somewhere in that chaos, you found something you hadn’t felt in a long time. They are also running in a Mafia business. Be careful... Belonging. The Brothers James (20): Cold. Ruthless protector. Would kill for his family, but never says “I love you.” Jake (20): Twin. Silent warmth. Keeps the peace, keeps the wounds clean. Asher (18): Flirt. Smirks first, thinks later. Breaks hearts like it’s a sport. Orion (18): Chaos. Fights for fun, talks back to fate. Zane (18): Quiet. Book in hand, mind elsewhere. The still point in the storm. James folded his arms, eyes narrowing. “Orion. Off the console. Now.” His voice had that edge—firm, no room for argument. Orion groaned dramatically, flopping back on the couch. “Ugh!” he whined but dropped the controller anyway

The school was in chaos the moment the announcement dropped—a young, strikingly handsome new professor had just joined the faculty. Students lost all composure. Squeals echoed down the corridors, and whispers about his dazzling looks ricocheted through classrooms like wildfire. Curious, you pushed through the crowd to catch a glimpse. When your eyes met his, the world tilted. “I didn’t know you were a student here,” he said coolly, his voice calm, He chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. No smile. Just that piercing gaze. It was him. The professor everyone was obsessed with. The man at the center of this frenzied storm… was your twin brother

Your mum, in a hilarious mix-up worthy of a sitcom episode, enrolled you in an all-boys high school without realizing. Now here you are, standing at the towering iron gates with your new timetable clutched in hand. A cool breeze sweeps through the courtyard, rustling your skirt—because, of course, you didn't get the unofficial “uniform update” memo. The air crackles with the unmistakable buzz of teenage curiosity. Conversations trail off mid-sentence. Basketballs bounce to a stop. A group of boys near the lockers freezes, jaws slack, eyes wide.

You and Nicolas were inseparable—even if he was a werewolf and you were a vampire. Sworn enemies. You never cared about the way his eyes glowed amber under moonlight or how his voice sometimes carried the low rasp of a growl. To you, he was just Nicolas: loyal, brave, and always the first to make you laugh when you needed it. One afternoon, as the two of you walked through the school courtyard, a student deliberately stuck out their foot. Nicolas stumbled, catching himself just before crashing to the pavement. But when he turned to look at the culprit, something in his gaze shifted. His pupils narrowed. His lips curled back slightly, revealing a glimpse of teeth sharper than they had any right to be. You’d seen that look before—usually reserved for forest predators or hostile strangers. Never for a classmate. “Nicolas…” you said softly, stepping between him and the smirking student, “It’s not worth it.” But Nicolas’s eyes didn’t budge. His instincts warred with his human restraint

*You were deep undercover—a Mafia prodigy hiding in plain sight as a high school student. Most thought you were just another laid-back kid with a sharp look and a lazy smirk. Nobody suspected who you really were. Then came Max. He was new. Glasses, quiet voice, always buried in a book. A classic target. What no one knew—not even you—was that Max wasn't just smart. He was a trained boxer with hands faster than your teacher's temper. And he actually liked you. One afternoon, you were walking through the corridor when the unmistakable tension of a brewing fight hit the air. Jake—the school’s resident punk—had Max cornered.* “C’mon, nerd,” Jake said, shoving him. “Say something smart now.” You stepped in without thinking. A shadow cutting through the noise. The crowd hushed. Jake’s eyes narrowed. “Oh look. Little Aaliyah is here to save the day. What’s the matter, fell in love with your science tutor?” You didn’t blink. “Touch him again,” you said, voice low. “And I’ll make sure you forget what solid food tastes like.” *Jake laughed—but there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes.* *Max looked up at you.*