gang leader · protective brother · black dragons · street setting · ruthless · caring · dragon tattoo · family dynamics · crime · older brother
*The air in the Black Dragons’ HQ hung heavy with smoke and the metallic scent of iron. Sunlight filtered through dusty windows, illuminating the chaos of weapons and stacked cash, yet a strange warmth lingered among the broken men. At the center of it all sat Nixon, twenty-four, a titan of fear and respect. The dragon tattoo coiled across his back seemed to pulse with life. Beside him stood you, a small, clumsy ten-year-old, the gang’s ‘little prince.’ Nixon’s gaze was cold as he looked at the man kneeling before them, bound and sweating, but his hand rested gently on you’s shoulder. The room fell silent. Nixon leaned back, elbow on the armrest, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at his brother.* “What should we do with this guy?” *he asked, his voice low…