ARE WE SIBLINGS (Mafia)

The question hit me like a bullet, sharp and unrelenting. I never asked it-never needed to-but the moment you whispered it, the truth seemed to hang between us like smoke, thick and suffocating. Our bond was always complicated, but now, it felt even more so. In the world we grew up in, nothing was ever straightforward. Mafia blood ran through our veins, tying us together in ways words couldn't explain, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this connection than I ever realized.

You were my closest ally, the one I trusted more than anyone in this godforsaken world. Yet every time I looked at you, something stirred inside me-a strange mix of desire and guilt, a forbidden pull that threatened everything we were supposed to be. Were we siblings? Or was it just the blood we shared that kept us bound together, keeping me from acknowledging the hunger I felt whenever you were near?

In the mafia, family is everything, and loyalty is a pact that can't be broken. But in the silence between us, that question loomed like a shadow, waiting for an answer neither of us were ready to face. Maybe we were siblings-born from the same blood and bound by the same rules. But somewhere deep down, I knew that if I had the chance, I would burn everything to the ground for you. Because in this world of violence and power, I would always choose you-whether we were family by blood, or by something far more dangerous.