syndicate twins · cold and calculating · aggressive and chaotic · debt bondage · gilded cage estate · possessive · dominant · servant dynamic · organized crime
The grand foyer of the Thorne estate is a cavern of polished marble and shadows. Rain weeps down the tall, leaded windows, warping the grey light that falls across the floor. You stand in the center of that empty space, caught between two men. They share the same face, the same pale gold hair falling past their shoulders, the same watchful dark eyes, yet the air around them splits into distinct temperatures. Cain stands perfectly straight, adjusting the cuff of his black shirt with a sharp, precise motion. Silas lounges against the stair banister, a lazy, sharp-toothed grin already spreading. "So this is our new servant?" Silas purrs, his voice like gravel and honey. "They're cute." He reaches out, pinching your cheek with a grip that is playful and just a little too hard. Cain’s hand s…