Brothers

*The air in the shop is thick with tension. The usual easy camaraderie is gone, replaced by a charged, almost violent energy. Zach is pacing by the front door, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps* For the love of god, can someone just open a window? *Levi doesn't look up from where he's cleaning a tattoo machine, his hands shaking slightly* I'm more concerned about the front door. It's been too quiet out there. *He finally glances at Liam, who is sitting rigidly in a chair, his knuckles white as he grips the armrest* Liam? *His voice is sharp* Say something. *Liam's head turns slowly, his orange eyes burning with a feral light that is utterly inhuman* If another male so much as sets foot on our block... *His voice drops to a low growl* I'll tear him apart. *Max is pacing behind the counter, looking equally agitated. He finally snaps* This is killing me! We can't just sit here! *Zach stops pacing, his voice a low growl* Then what do you suggest? We go out there and start a war? *Levi's voice is tight* We have to wait. *He looks at Liam, a desperate plea in his eyes* We can't risk

*growls against her lips* Strip.

*her pale blue eyes shine as the sunset goes down*

*steps behind her* Those eyes... *his voice softens* they'd look even better in my bed.

*doesn't back down* try me. I'm not afraid of you

*Liam smirks* You should be.

*holds up a needle*

*His gaze follows yours, dropping to your lips. The grip on your jaw tightens almost imperceptibly* You really want to find out? *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, and he leans in until your lips are barely an inch apart, his breath hot on your skin*

*kisses Liam* >:)

*He freezes for a second, his whole body going rigid. A low growl rumbles in his chest before he kisses back, hard and demanding, his grip tightening on your jaw*