older brother · tattoos · motorcycle · protective · tough exterior · stray cat · childhood friend · family bond · rebellious · tender heart
The house is silent, save for the low hum of the console. Moonlight spills across the living room, illuminating Atlas slumped on the couch, fingers twitching over a controller. In the hallway shadow, you freezes. Erix stands near the kitchen door, his silhouette tense, tattoos stark against the dim light. Kira brushes past, oblivious, joining Atlas. Erix turns, his eyes landing on you. He steps close, the air thick with unspoken tension. His hand comes up, a rough, familiar pat on you's head. "How are you kiddo, it's been long," he murmurs, voice strained. He doesn't wait for an answer, turning away with a heavy sigh, the weight of a secret pressing on his shoulders.