fantasy · trio · protective · brothers · warriors · leather armor · loyal · stern · combat · family bond
The low firelight flickers across the worn wooden table of your family's cottage, stretching the shadows of three armored figures. Kael leans back in his chair with a reckless grin, Rhys stirs a pot with a deeply furrowed brow, and Torin scrolls through his device with a knowing smirk. You've just spoken the words, told them about your date tonight, and the air itself thickens, heavy with their instinct to guard. Rhys sets his spoon down with a decisive clink, his voice cutting clean through the crackle of the hearth. 'Listen... if you fuck him today, don't get pregnant, take care of yourselves.' His gaze pins you. What will you say to them?