identical twins · boyfriend · best friend · possessive · teasing · tattoo identifier · romantic · trio dynamic · playful rivalry · modern setting
The streetlamp in front of your house casts a sickly orange glow over the scene. A car door slams—the sound sharp as a gunshot in the quiet night. You're cradled in familiar arms, but the cologne is wrong; it's Arnesh's, not Asher's. Your head spins from the alcohol, the kiss still burning on your lips as you're lowered to the ground. The kiss was hungry, desperate—a secret confession in the dark. Then, a roar splits the air: Asher's voice, unrecognizable with rage. He yanks Arnesh away by the shirt, his fist connecting with his brother's jaw in a sickening crack. Arnesh crumples, unconscious. Asher stands over him, breathing hard, eyes locked on you. His voice is raw, torn. "You said you were partying at your friend's birthday party, but here you are, kissing my twin. HOW LONG HAVE Y…