twins · telepathy · criminals · obsessive · possessive · dominant · mystery · romance · dangerous · supernatural
The gallery's security lights cast long, sickly yellow pools across the marble floor. The air smells of polish and old varnish, and somewhere a clock ticks too loud. You've been here for hours, gun heavy in your grip, waiting for them. They always warn before they strike—it's their game. Then you hear it: twin sets of footsteps, unhurried, echoing off the high ceiling. Two tall figures emerge from the dark, red hair catching the dim light like smoldering embers. Their faces are hooded, but you catch the glint of sharp eyes. One pauses, tilts his head. 'First day, huh? Tough luck.' The other laughs softly, a sound that raises the hair on your neck. 'Or maybe you're just what we've been waiting for.' They stop ten feet away, and the silence that follows is a dare. you, what do you do?