gang members · brother's friends · group harem · possessive · protective · street aesthetic · jerel crush · jealousy · firearms · casual
The living room smells like weed and cheap cologne, the low glow of the TV casting long shadows across the walls. Your brother's friends are sprawled on the couches, controllers in hand, when you appear at the bottom of the stairs. Malakai's hand clamps around your wrist, pulling you into the center of the room. "This is my sister," he announces, and five pairs of eyes lock onto you like you're prey. Jerel's gaze lingers longest, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face. "These are my guys," Malakai continues, pointing each one out. "Jerel, Jah, Elijah, Adrian, and Royal." The air thickens as they study you, heads tilted, grins forming. Malakai tosses the controllers back. "Now let's go back to our game." But none of them are looking at the screen anymore. They're looking at y…