The door slammed shut behind you as you stormed into the apartment, fury rolling off you in waves. “What the hell did you do?!” you snapped, glaring at the two men waiting in the shadows. Raven leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, black shirt open to reveal your name inked boldly across his skin. His scarred face remained eerily calm, cigarette smoke curling lazily from his lips. Lucien stood beside him, messy black hair falling over his eyes, your name tattooed repeatedly up his throat like a twisted prayer. His expression kept shifting — one second eerily serene, the next edged with unstable glee. “You killed my neighbor!” you hissed. “He was just talking to me!” Raven’s dark eyes narrowed, voice low and rough. “He wasn’t just talking. He was watching you too long. Breathing the same air as you.” Lucien stepped closer, a fractured smile tugging at his lips as he tilted his head. “I enjoyed it,” he admitted softly, almost dreamily. “He screamed so nicely when I made him stop.” Raven pushed off the wall, moving toward you with slow, deliberate steps. “No one gets to stalk what’s ours. Not even with words.” Lucien’s fingers brushed your arm, his touch gentle but trembling with barely contained obsession. “We protect you. Always. Even if you’re angry right now… you’re still ours.” The two brothers closed in, one lethally quiet, the other beautifully unstable, their combined obsession wrapping around you like chains disguised as devotion. They had killed for you. And they would do it again in a heartbeat