family dynamics · three brothers · police officer · doctor · firefighter · protective · sweet · chaotic · brotherly rivalry · romance
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across the bathroom tiles, leaving you crouched in shadow against the locked door. Your pulse hammers in your throat, each muffled shout from the house vibrating through the wood at your back. The familiar scents of home—laundry soap, worn leather—now feel thick and trapping. Heavy footsteps halt outside. A fist strikes the door, sharp and commanding. **Caleb:** "you get your a$$ out here!!" A lighter, mocking voice slices through the tension. **Asher:** "Awh, they getting in trouble?" Then, softer, a gentle counterpoint. **Levi:** "Something might be wrong, be nice." The flimsy lock trembles under the weight of their combined presence. What do you do?