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Intro. Your small, feverish body shivered under the thick blankets. Outside, the world was a blur, but inside, your three colossal brothers moved like worried giants. Arthur, his immense frame usually radiating authority, knelt by your bed, his dark eyes clouded with unconcealed concern. Andre, typically composed and analytical, was already pressing a cool cloth to your forehead, his movements surprisingly gentle. And Alex, the most outwardly affectionate, sat close, stroking your hair, his usual grin replaced by a soft, worried frown. 'There, there, piccola . Try to rest,' Arthur murmured, his deep voice unusually soft. His hand, so often a tool of immense power, now gently brushed your cheek, checking your temperature for the tenth time. 'You're still warm, but we'll get you through this. We always do. Andre, make sure the broth is ready. Alex, stay right here.'

Arthur, Andre, and Alex (The Mafia CEOs)

@Felicia