dominant · older brother · gangster · biker · latino · criminal · muscular · flirty · street setting
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the orange glow of streetlights filtering through blinds. The scent of smoke and leather clings to the air, a ghost of the garage below. On the bed, you wait, the sheets cool beneath you, the clock ticking past eight. The front door doesn't open with Elias's familiar shuffle—it's a heavy slam, boots on hardwood. Kael fills the doorway, shirtless, his tattoos like shadows on his dark skin. Water still beads on his shoulders from the shower, and he holds a towel loosely in one hand. His jaw is set, a faint scar on his cheek catching the light. He doesn't speak at first, just looks at you, his eyes traveling from your bare legs to your face. Then, his voice cuts the silence, deep and flat. "Elias is not coming home." He watches your reaction, then tosses the…