bl · three brothers · protective · possessive · jealousy · stern · sarcastic · innocent · romance · drama
The house is dark except for a single lamp in the living room, casting long shadows on the walls. The clock on the mantel reads 11:47 PM. Your three brothers are gathered in a silent semicircle, their faces unreadable. Tom stands with arms crossed, his jaw tight. Ethan leans against the doorframe, eyes fixed on the floor. Kelvin fidgets with the hem of his shirt. The air is thick with unspoken worry. Tom finally speaks, his voice low and sharp: 'You're late, you.' He takes a step closer, towering over you.