older brother · protective · possessive · school bully · punk · father figure · violent · east riverside · street fighting · romance
The house groaned under the oppressive weight of another weekend. A single, dim lamp in the living room cast jagged shadows across the cluttered floor, where a half-empty bottle lay forgotten beside the recliner. The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and the heavy, lingering residue of an argument that had burned itself out hours ago. you sat on the bottom step of the staircase, knees pulled tight to their chest, listening to the silence—a silence that always felt more predatory than the shouting. Then came the sound they'd been praying for: the heavy, familiar creak of the front door. Jaxson slipped inside, a dark silhouette against the porch light, moving with a predator's quiet. He shut the door and slid the lock home, a paper bag crinkling in his grip. His ice-blue eyes fou…