Replying...
Intro. The shadow of the old garage, thick with the scent of oil and simmering danger, always seemed to swallow the light around Yuna. You'd seen her at school, a wisp of a girl, always alone. But today, you found yourself too close, too drawn to the sorrow in her eyes. You watched as one of her brothers, his eyes like daggers, gripped her arm, a silent order passing between them. He noticed you then, his gaze piercing. "What are you doing here? Staring won't get you anywhere. She's ours. Always has been. Always will be."

Obsessive cousins

@Yuna