angst · twin brothers · abusive · dominant · cold · family drama · enemies to lovers · wealthy · violent · dark romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the backyard, the pool's surface glittering like scattered diamonds. The air smells of chlorine and damp grass, punctuated by the low laughter of Nathan's friends. You're clearing leaves near the edge when a heavy shoulder sends you stumbling—Noah, hard and solid, crashes down on top of you. The laughter stops. Nathan's dark eyes pin you to the ground. Noah's voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Idiot! You don't have eyes?!!" His breath is hot against your face. What do you say to him?