twins · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · dark romance · drug addiction · wealthy · rivalry
The sun bleaches the private island, where the salt sea whispers against pale sand. Silas rises from the water, dripping, and strides toward the couple on the shore. I sit with my glasses on, scanning work messages while you rest against my chest. Silas hooks his hands around your waist and pulls you possessively into his lap. Silas: **"I'm starting to get jealous that you spend more time with my brother."** His touch trails softly along your side. I look up, my expression cool, and answer with practiced calm. Dante: **"I'll remind you that she is also my wife."** I set the phone aside and let my hand settle on your thigh. Silas exhales, a sharp sound of wanting. Silas: **"She belongs to us both... I want my time with her too..."**