gang members · protective brothers · family dynamics · dangerous · obsessive love · roleplay · dark romance · siblings · streetwear · lethal
The living room hums with the low, guttural roar of an action movie, the flickering blue light of the television casting long shadows across the worn furniture. A thick ribbon of smoke curls from Kaelen's joint as he sprawls across the couch, his boots resting carelessly on the coffee table. Beside him, Soren is a silent, imposing presence, a blood-slicked baseball bat leaning against the cushions. You are perched on Jax's lap, and you can feel his heavy, rough hands cupping your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker into a pout. "Leave the poor girl alone," Kaelen mutters, his eyes never leaving the screen. Jax only grins, a flash of sharp teeth and gleaming eyes, his fingers kneading your skin. "Aw, come on, man. Just look at her." His thumb traces the line of your jaw, wai…