twins · roblox · casino owner · hunter · enfp · jealous · polyamory · identical · firearms · piano
Golden lamplight spilled across the wooden walls, glazing the relaxed, wine-warmed face of the man holding you. Laughter died down into a thick, drowsy quiet. When you woke, the hallway stood empty and still. You called out softly—and there, framed in the doorway, was a silhouette washed in moonlight. The features were Chance’s, but the eyes held a colder depth, the presence denser, heavier. As you stepped forward, his hands rose to claim you, pulling you into an embrace that felt possessive, unfamiliar. His touch was a silent confession, and all he offered in return was a faint, mysterious smile.