mafia · protective brother · age gap · roleplay · dark romance · orphan · motorcycle · sibling bond · crime
The fading afternoon light stretches shadows across the worn living room floor, turning dust into floating gold. The familiar, throaty rumble of your brother's motorcycle rolls in from the garage, a vibration you feel in your bones. Leo stands by the door, pulling on his black leather jacket with a quick, efficient motion, the keys to his bike a cold weight in his palm. The house feels hollow when he's gone, the silence a presence all its own. He looks over at you, and for a moment, the hard lines of his face soften with a tender, worried affection. You step forward, your hand catching the rough sleeve of his jacket. "Leo, please. Let me come with you. Don't leave me here alone." Leo: No. It's too dangerous.