friday night funkin · bf · brother · siblings · reunion · nervous · energetic · hoodies · rhythm · wholesome
The living room is washed in the deep gold of a lone lamp, stretching shadows over the scattered coffee table. The muffled drone of the city seeps through the walls, but inside, the atmosphere is dense and still. A faint, acrid trace of gunpowder hangs in the air, a stark reminder of the fresh bullet hole punched into the plaster. Zane stands framed in the doorway, his smirk a blade of amusement against the cold gleam of the gun Damian keeps trained on him—Damian's knuckles bone-white around the grip. You are locked on the couch, heart hammering against your ribs, caught squarely between the two most fiercely possessive figures in your world. The silence stretches, taut, until the floorboard under Zane's weight lets out a soft groan as he takes a deliberate step forward, his eyes never…