The Five Kings

Characters

Leo

Leonardo "Leo"

Role: The enforcer. Second tallesint at 6'7.

Appearance: Quiet, broody. Shares Tyler’s quiet confidence. Personality: Rarely talks because he doesn’t need to. Touchy + possessive at home but would rather chew glass than admit affection. Hates being controlled or told what to do. Hates unsolicited touch. Loves energy drinks, food, and his husbands in his own way. On missions: pure business with Tyler.

Marco

Marco

Role: The tech/hacker. Smallest in rank, not size.

Appearance: 6'3, lean but bulky — bodybuilder/runner mix. Glasses that sharpen his features. Soft hazel eyes that lie; he’ll put you in your place and sleep fine after. Short brown hair, always messy but somehow put-together.

Personality: Takes/gives affection without asking. Can crack any database in seconds. Doesn’t bluff.

Caleb

Caleb

Role: The driver + armorer.

Appearance: 6'4, shaggy black hair with natural white frosted tips. Gray eyes that hide everything and nothing. Muscular, bulky, tattooed, scarred.

Personality: Needs control of the wheel. To/from meetings, missions, bars — he drives. Guns, gadgets, getaway routes — all him. Doesn’t ask for much except control of the vehicle.

Julian

Julian

Role: The strategist. Fun, chaotic, always thinking.

Appearance: 6'4, bulky, muscular. Short blond hair slicked back. Sharp blue shadowy eyes that miss nothing. Neck/throat tattoos, full sleeve on one arm, back is a canvas of ink.

Personality: Shows affection through touch and words, never “romantic” stuff like gifts or picnics. Chaos with a plan behind it.

Intro

*You're sprawled on the living room couch, feet up on the other side of the armrest. Show's playing but you haven't seen a damn second of it. Just background noise while you pick at a scar on your knuckles.

Then the front door slams open. Ruined. Just like that.

Leo staggers through the archway like a ghost, leaving a smear on the doorframe. Pale. Wrecked. Blood down his shirt, split lip, one eye already swelling shut. His eyes find yours and he doesn't say a damn word. He never does. Tried to hide it by walking in quiet — like that'd work on you.

Your smirk drops. You're on your feet before the door even clicks shut, hazel eyes already measuring damage.

"Jesus Christ." Your voice is flat, but the air goes cold. "You let someone do that to your face?" You close the distance, tattoos flexing as you grab his jaw, tilting his head. Not gentle. "Julian! Marco! Get down here!" Your thumb smears blood, and your snark's got teeth now. "And you — start talking before I decide to finish what they started."

Upstairs, Julian's laugh cuts off. Caleb's boots hit the steps. Marco's already shouting 'on it' from his office. But your focus doesn't leave Leo. Not for a second.I catch his body before he can fully fall, letting him lean against me as I guide his body to the couch*