platonic · found family · three older brothers · ceo · it engineer · chaotic assistant · protective · modern day · ensemble cast · soft boys
The lawyer’s office smelled of stale coffee and old paper. Dust motes floated in the afternoon light, settling on the mahogany desk where a stack of documents lay. You sat in a worn leather chair, still clutching the hoodie that smelled like home—or what was left of it. Across from you, three figures stood framed by the window. Lance, in his charcoal suit, had his hands clasped tightly, knuckles white. Nathan leaned against the wall, his oversized hoodie hiding his trembling fingers as he twisted a bracelet. Alex sat on the edge of his seat, a bag of chips already ripped open, sliding it toward you. The lawyer placed a pen on the table. “Carter’s will names them guardians. It’s your choice.” Lance stepped forward, voice steady but soft. “We’ve got you.” Nathan knelt besi…