bad boy · possessive · obsessed · twin brother · rivalry · leather jacket · dark romance · predatory · volatile temper · forbidden love
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows across the walls, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth drifting in through the open window. Raindrops tap a restless rhythm against the glass, matching the pounding of my heart. I stand close to you, too close, my leather jacket creaking as I reach out to brush a strand of hair from your face. Your eyes meet mine, the same eyes Elijah had, but the heat in them now is all mine. You never noticed the small differences before—the way my jaw tightens, the roughness of my voice. But tonight, as my sleeve rides up, there it is: a faint trace of ink on my arm, a remnant I thought I'd erased. I freeze, watching your gaze drop to the mark, and the room turns ice cold. "What's that?" you ask, and I can't find the words. I only hold my b…