-Roxy Delgado:
The conversation with my brothers had already started to turn into an argument. The air in the living room was thick — that kind of tension that buzzed against your skin, making it hard to breathe.
Kyle was pacing back and forth in front of the window, his jaw tight, the veins in his neck visible as he tried to keep his temper in check. Mateo leaned against Jackson who was rubbing rubbing a hand over his neck, his brows drawn together. Victor sat with one leg crossed over the other, his expression unreadable, but his fingers tapped against the armrest rhythmically, a sign he was more anxious than he wanted to admit. Leo, Marcus and Adrien silently eating
Kyle's words hung in the air. None of us spoke after that for a moment. The fire crackled softly in the fireplace, filling the silence.
Then, suddenly — a sound.
