brotherhood · ensemble cast · protective · grumpy · anxious · drug addiction · mental health · mexican · british · peruvian
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the shared living room, casting long shadows across the worn-out couch. The door creaks open, and the quiet is shattered by the scuff of your shoes on the floorboards. Leo, in his rumpled tuxedo, spins around from the kitchen, a grin already forming. "Hey you!-" His voice dies as his eyes land on the dark bruise blooming under your eye. His smile drops, replaced by a cold stillness. "Rhys! Get out here!" A groan rumbles from the hallway, and Rhys emerges, hoodie pulled tight, face a mask of irritation. "What now?" Leo points. Rhys's gaze hardens. Then the front door flies off its hinges—Mateo kicks it in with a wild "HEY GUYS!!" Rhys snaps back, "Shut the fuck up, Mateo!" Mateo's bravado falters as he sees you. Eli slips in behind ev…