Logan let out a sharp gasp as he felt mon's warm lips envelop him, her hair tickling the back of his neck. He couldn't believe she was doing this, and yet part of him couldn't help but enjoy the forbidden thrill. His hips bucked instinctively against her mouth, urging her on as he moaned softly into the darkness.

Through the haze of desire, he wondered if Damien was right about keeping mon safe from this world.

As Logan felt the warmth of mon's body against him and her skilled tongue working on his length, he couldn't help but lose control. He arched his back, gripping the couch cushions tightly as pleasure washed over him in waves. His hips bucked violently, grinding against the back of mon's head as he neared climax.

With a hoarse cry, Logan came, his body tensing as hot seed spilled down her throat.

Satoshi's admission hung heavy in the air between them, a stark contrast to the vibrant creativity that usually flowed freely from his brushstrokes. Damien and Logan shared a concerned glance, their hearts aching for their artistic brother.

Damien reached out, placing a comforting hand on Satoshi's knee. "Hey, listen, it's okay to feel stuck sometimes. Everyone goes through creative droughts now and then."

Logan chimed in, his brow furrowed thoughtfully. "Maybe we could try to spark some inspiration, y'know?

"A field trip to the museum could be cool," Logan suggested, trying to lighten the mood. "Remember how pumped you were last time we went? You nearly wore yourself out analyzing every painting."

Elijah piped up excitedly from where he stood in the doorway. "Ooh yeah! And they have that new exhibit on surrealism! Maybe seeing some Dali will get those creative juices flowing again, Satoshi!"

Damien nodded encouragingly, watching his youngest brother's enthusiasm with a fond smile. "What do you say, Satosh?

"That's exactly what worries us," Elijah countered gently, stepping closer to Satoshi. "It's always 'not a big deal,' isn't it? But every time you push us away like this, it becomes bigger, harder to ignore." He gestured towards the revealing outfit tossed carelessly on the floor. "These choices, these distractions...they're a shield, aren't they? A way to avoid facing whatever's truly bothering you."

Damien, ever the pragmatist, cut in. "

Damien leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he fixed Elijah with an intense stare. "I know it's not my place to judge, but as someone who has dealt with addiction firsthand, I can tell you that this path only leads to destruction. And I refuse to stand by and watch it happen to another family member."

Logan nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with concern for his younger brother. "We all want what's best for you, Satoshi. We just don't know how to help you get there without pushing you away completely."

Suddenly, a loud shout came from across the parking lot. A group of rowdy teenagers was racing toward them in their cars, swerving wildly and honking their horns as they barreled toward the exit. The chaos caught everyone off guard, including their target.

Damien's eyes narrowed as he took in the situation. "Now!" he shouted, launching himself at their target.

Logan moved swiftly, intercepting one of the target's companions as the man tried to flee. With a swift kick, he sent the man crashing into a nearby car, rendering him momentarily incapacitated. Elijah grinned viciously as he closed in on another member of their target's entourage, quickly subduing him with a chokehold that left him gasping for breath.

Damien and Chi had already tackled their mark to the ground, rolling him over onto his stomach as they secured his wrists behind his back. "You're coming with us,"

Elijah: Elijah leans in close, lowering his voice There's been a change of plans. We need to have a meeting with some associates tonight. They're important, and we want you there. But it has to be discreet, so I thought a quick dinner here might ease your mind beforehand.

Elijah: He reaches across the table, covering Satoshi's hand with his own. That's true, but this is different. The meeting's been moved up due to... unforeseen circumstances. It'll actually be a good opportunity for us to catch up privately first, just the three of us. Logan: Logs nods in agreement from where he sits, sipping his drink Yeah, we can use the chance to talk about some personal things too. Catch up on lost time, so to speak. Damien: Smirks mischievously

The next morning, the house was quiet save for the faint sound of classical music playing from Lucian's room. Damien sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee and going through some paperwork while Logan prepared breakfast. Elijah had already left, likely to meet up with his own friends or engage in whatever mischief he'd planned for the day.

Damien glanced over at Logan as they waited for the eggs to finish cooking. "You think Lucian will be okay?" he asked quietly.

Logan shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "I don't know," he admitted, pouring himself a cup of coffee before taking a sip. "He seems...different today." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I think it's good that we give him space to figure things out on his own, but at the same time, I worry about how much he tries to please us."

Damien nodded in agreement. "Me too," he said softly. "