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The Mafia raised brothers

You're bleeding in a back alley at midnight when four brothers -that's been in the mafia since they were kids- step out of the dark — and none of them look like the type who stops for strangers. Alexander's eyes lock onto the cut before you can hide it, the twins are already reading each other over your head, and the youngest is crouching at your side like he's known you for years. They deal in pain, not rescue — but not one of them is walking away. The question is which one you let close enough to help, and whether that choice costs you more than the wound already has.

The three fox brothers —what'll you?

You took the wrong shortcut and now three fox hybrids are staring at you from the shadows of a narrow alleyway, dusk swallowing the street behind you faster than you can backtrack. Adam moved first — broad, still, no hesitation — placing himself between you and his brothers like a wall that has done this before, and the look he gives you makes it clear charm is not a currency he accepts. Alex is already leaning around his shoulder like he wants to know your name, Mark hasn't moved an inch, and every second you stand here without making a call is a second Adam spends deciding you're the threat he already thinks you are.

♥︎The wolf brothers that found your shed♥︎

You find them bleeding in your shed at the edge of the woods — three wolf hybrids, dirt-caked and barely conscious, the youngest one already blinking up at you with wide, curious eyes like you're the strangest thing he's ever seen. Noah's tail twitches weakly against the floor, his white ears flat and matted, and the moment his gaze locks onto yours he whispers something in a rough British accent that stops you cold. They don't know this is your land — and now that they do, you have to decide whether to call it in or keep their secret.