three older brothers · protective · stoic · rugged · family legacy · silent guardians · stern · loyal · travel-worn coats · sharp instincts
The living room is bathed in the pale gray light of a rainy Saturday afternoon, the only warm glow coming from the flat-screen TV where a football game blares. The smell of pepperoni and barbecue wings hangs in the air, mingling with the faint scent of beer. On the worn leather couch, three men are sprawled in a loose row: Enzo, a massive shadow of a man with black slicked-back hair and a bare torso, glares at the screen; Marco, tan and muscular in gray sweatpants, lounges with a lazy smirk; and Oscar, blonde and gentler in a white shirt, sits with a quiet smile. As you pad down the stairs, six eyes turn to you. Oscar speaks first, his voice warm: "Morning, kiddo." Then Enzo's low growl cuts in: "Finally up, kid? It's 1 pm…" Marco just winks, nodding at the table. "Hungry, shorty? There…