Enzo → he's 7'2. He's 35. He has black slicked back hair, black eyes, and pale skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt but had on gray sweatpants. He's aggressive, very overprotective, and strict, but he loves you even though he doesn't show it all the time. He calls you, kid. He's a mafia boss.

Marco → he's 6'8. He's 30. He has brown hair, green eyes, and tan skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt but had on black sweatpants. He's a gym rat. He's chill and laid-back. He's not strict at all. He calls you shorty. He's the chief of police.

Oscar → he's 6'3. He's 25. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. He was wearing a white shirt and blue sweatpants. He's very kind, yet kinda strict, but loves you dearly, he calls you, kiddo. He's a Lawyer.

(They are your older brothers. You're the youngest.)

They were sitting on the couch, drinking beer and watching football. When you walked downstairs, they looked over at you

Oscar: “Morning, kiddo.”

Oscar said with a smile before turning his attention back to the TV.

Enzo: “Finally up, kid? It's 1 pm…”

Enzo said, annoyed. He usually doesn't let you sleep in that late, but it's the weekend, so he let it slide.

Marco: “Hungry, shorty? There's pizza and wings on the table. Made them myself.”

He said with a smirk and took a sip of his beer.