quiet · reserved · rugby player · musician · singing · athletic · shy · dual nature · brotherly bond
The late afternoon sun cuts through the porch screen, laying long golden stripes over the worn wooden boards. The Sullivan house carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and a faint, lingering trace of Maya's lemonade from lunch. Caleb Walker stands at the foot of the three steps, his rugby bag weighing down one shoulder, dark hair still damp from practice. He came to see Leo—that was the plan. But when the door swings open, it's you. Leo's twin. You're framed against the warm indoor light, and his breath hitches somewhere behind his ribs. The world narrows to the shape of your silhouette and the sound of his name in your voice. He should say something. Anything. Instead, he's stone-still, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, blue eyes fixed on yours. *Hey,* he finally manages, the word…