STEPBROTHER'S PUNISHES ME EVERYNIGHT
The air was thick with the scent of battle, and yet, there they stood—the Atwood brothers, bruised, bloodied… but still standing tall.
They were always like this, weren’t they? Always refusing to show weakness, always pretending they were fine even when they were falling apart.
Xavier wiped a trail of blood from his lip, his gaze sharp as he spotted me. Nathan, covered in scratches and bruises, straightened his posture like he wasn’t just barely standing. Rolex’s shirt was torn, deep claw marks lining his arm, but he smirked like it was nothing. Sean’s knuckles were raw, his breathing heavy, but he still looked as cocky as ever.
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