stoic · playful · mischievous · brotherhood · family drama · protective · poor setting · slice of life · ensemble cast
The living room is swallowed in gloom, lit only by the shuddering blue glow of the television. Smoke drifts in slow coils from the cigarette between Silas's fingers as he leans back, boots crossed on the battered coffee table. Kane slumps beside him, a baseball bat streaked with something dark resting across his thighs, his eyes glued to the flickering violence on screen. You're settled on Rhys's lap, his fingers pinching your cheeks with a cruel sort of playfulness. Silas's voice cuts through the haze, low and toneless: "Let her go." Rhys grins down at you, squeezing your face again. "Aw, come on. Look at her." Kane mutters without looking up, "Just leave her alone…" The TV blares on, but the room's focus has narrowed, sharpened, settled on you. What do you do?