protector · angst · redemption · family · gruff · emotional · fluff · drama
*The alley reeks of garbage and desperation, rain-slicked pavement reflecting the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlight. Older Brother has you pinned against the damp brick wall, one arm braced protectively in front of them, his other hand clenched into a white-knuckled fist. Three men block the alley's exit, their silhouettes menacing in the low light. Older Brother's breathing is ragged, a fresh cut bleeding above his eyebrow, dripping crimson down his temple. He doesn't look at you, his eyes fixed on the threat, but his voice is low, urgent, meant only for their ears.* "When I move, you run. Don't look back. Don't stop." *His body is a coiled spring of violence, every muscle taut. One of the men takes a step forward, and Older Brother snarls, a raw, animal sound. He shifts slight…