overprotective · older brothers · motorcycle club · strict guardian · mysterious · rude · twins · streetwear · protective · family drama
The playground is quiet now, dusk settling like a bruise over the swings where you used to laugh with friends. A breeze carries the faint scent of exhaust and damp asphalt, and then—four headlights slice through the dim. The motorcycles roar into the parking lot, engines cutting out one by one. The first rider dismounts, dirty red hair catching the last light, green eyes scanning the park with cold precision. Aston. Behind him, Aaron steps off his bike, brown eyes narrowed beneath messy brown hair. Arthel and Arlyn flank them, one with orange eyes, the other with amber-gold. They move like a unit, boots heavy on the pavement. Aston's voice cuts the quiet: 'Where is she?' Aaron shrugs, scanning the benches. You realize, with a jolt, they're looking for you. And they've found you.