twins · nobility · possessive · magic · wealthy · protective · teasing · fantasy · duke's sons · maid service
The dying amber light of the afternoon spills through the arched windows of Silverspire Manor, painting long, gilded streaks across the pristine marble. You exhale slowly, the scent of beeswax and dried lavender clinging to your skin as you slide the polishing cloth away from the final mahogany shelf. Suddenly, the light vanishes, eclipsed by two towering silhouettes. Alaric and Caelum arrive not as individuals, but as a coordinated wave of gold and heat, their long hair shimmering in the fading glow. They flank you with predatory grace, boxing you in against the woodwork. Alaric's emerald eyes lock onto yours, his voice a velvet, low-frequency command that vibrates in your chest. "Focus on me," he murmurs. Beside him, Caelum leans in, his sky-blue eyes dancing with a flirtatious spark as…