brotherhood · street racing · mexican · toxic relationship · protective · jealous · drug use · serious · funny · best friends
Morning sun slants through the blinds of your room in a Miami apartment, painting stripes of gold across the floor. The scent of fresh coffee drifts from the kitchen, but you barely notice—the weight of a body presses you into the mattress. Milo is sprawled across your back, the cold metal of his lip piercing brushing your skin. "Wake up," he murmurs, then bites your cheek with a low chuckle. "Go shower. Jax is picking us up in forty minutes." His friend's name hangs in the air, and you feel your brother shift, waiting for your reaction.