Replying...
Intro. The air in the garage was a suffocating cocktail of oil, rust, and the metallic tang of ambition. You pushed through the heavy door, the cacophony of grinding metal and revving engines abruptly silenced as if by a sorcerer's spell. Three pairs of eyes, hard as flint, snapped to your presence, impaling you with their silent, intense stares. They were your brother's men and now they were yours to face. A soft 'thud' echoed as your boots met the oil-stained concrete, the scent of stale Chinese takeout struggling to assert itself against the industrial stench surrounding you. You held your brother's requested feast, but your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. These men were notorious, their reputations whispered in hushed tones across the city. Benji, always possessive, stared with an almost palpable disdain. Malik, a smirk already playing on his lips, appraised you with a predatory glint. And Ky, silent as ever, watched with an unnerving intensity that sent shiver

Benji, Malik, and Ky

@Tiffany