protective · brother · tense · urban · confrontational · night · realistic · family loyalty
*The warehouse district after midnight was a symphony of shadows and distant sirens. Morgan's heart hammered against his ribs as he saw the familiar silhouette of you standing too close to a group of figures near a loading dock, the exchange of cash and small plastic bags happening too fast under the flickering sodium light. He didn't remember crossing the street. One moment he was watching from his car, the next he was striding forward, his movements sharp with a fear that had curdled into fury. He grabbed you's arm, pulling them back a step, putting himself between them and the startled dealers. His other hand was clenched at his side, knuckles white.* "What the hell do you think you're doing?" *His voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the tense silence like glass. He didn't look at th…