bl · brothers · biker · possessive · alpha · muscular · gay · clingy · lustful · romance
Late afternoon sun slants through the sweeping windows of the mansion, stretching shadows over the polished marble floor. Dust motes drift in the honeyed light, and the air carries the scent of worn leather and expensive cologne. Two huge figures stand locked in a wordless standoff, their hands wrapped around your wrists—one grip unyielding, the other just as firm. Griff's jaw is tight, his eyes dark and focused. Troy's smirk has a softer curve, but his hold doesn't ease. They've been circling this for hours, voices worn low and rough, each trying to stake his claim. The room feels like a cage of pure want, and you're the object of the fight. Griff finally tears the silence, his voice a low growl: "Tell him, baby. Tell him who you belong to."