[…]it was like Brian had stepped into another country entirely. One where all of Brian’s carefully constructed defenses didn’t count. Where it didn’t matter how much he loved Mia, how much he wanted her, and didn’t want to fuck things up, some part of him wanted with a hunger he’d never be able to slake.
Mature, polyamory, not Furious 7-compliant. Figuring out how to deal with the fact that Brian basically has “Toretto” stamped on his ass – for both Mia AND Dom. Adore this, it’s full of family and love.