It was past 12 a.m. when we reached home.
The mansion was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that makes thoughts louder.
I slipped off my heels and finally spoke, my voice calm but heavy.
“karl… why didn’t you tell me you have a brother?”
He loosened his tie slowly, like he’d been expecting this question.
“I have two,” he said.
I froze.
“…What?”
He looked at me then, fully.
“We are three siblings.”
My eyebrows knit together. “Three?”
“Yes,” he replied. “Aaron Casanova… and Friedrich Casanova.”
I stared at him.
“So you just… forgot to mention you have two brothers?”
He didn’t smile.
“I don’t talk about family unless necessary.”
I crossed my arms. “And Friedrich? Where is he?”
Karl walked toward the window, the city lights reflecting in his eyes.
“He’s not here,” he said. “And he’s not like us.”
That caught my attention.
“What does that mean?”
“Aaron chose medicine,” karl continued. “I chose power.”
He paused.
“Friedrich chose freedom.”
I turned softer. “Is he dangerous too?”
Karl let out a low breath.
“He’s the most dangerous of us all.”
That sent a chill through me.
“Because?” I asked.
“Because,” karl said quietly, “he doesn’t care about control. Or rules. Or consequences.”
I swallowed.
“So… the cold mafia husband, the doctor mafia, and the wild one,” I muttered.
For the first time that night—
Karl smiled. Just slightly.
“You’re not wrong.”
I looked down, then back up at him.
“You should’ve told me. Family matters.”
His expression shifted—something unreadable passing through his eyes.
“My family doesn’t stay,” he said. “They disappear.”
The words were simple.
But they hurt.
I stepped closer, hesitating before saying softly,
“I’m not disappearing.”
He looked at me.
For a long moment.
Then he said, very quietly—
“I know.”
And somehow… that felt heavier than any promise.
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