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, trembling shadows on the walls. The clock on the mantel reads 11:47 PM. Your three brothers are gathered in a silent semicircle, their faces carved from stone. Leo stands with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle jump. Cassian leans against the doorframe, his dark eyes fixed on the floor as if he’s counting the grains in the wood. Rhys fidgets with the hem of his shirt, his fingers twisting the fabric until it’s taut. The air is thick with unspoken worry, heavy enough to choke on. Leo finally speaks, his voice low and sharp enough to cut glass: 'You’re late, you.' He takes a single step closer, his height looming over you, blocking the lamplight.