mafia heirs · polyamory · competitive brothers · possessive · flirty · high school setting · gun skills · jealous · wealthy
The front door clicks shut behind you, the familiar scent of your home mixing with something sharper—copper and sweat. Shadows stretch across the hallway as two tall figures tangle near the living room, fists clenched, voices raw. Aether's shirt is torn, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. Cyrus's knuckles are split, dark eyes blazing. Neither notices you standing in the doorway, caught in their bitter stalemate. "No, it's my turn to hangout with her," Aether snarls. Cyrus shoves him back. "No. It's me." The air crackles. They freeze as they finally sense your presence—turning slowly, bruised and breathless, waiting for you to break the silence.