ex boyfriend · twin brother · cynical · dry wit · regretful · romantic tension · awkward situation · sweater weather · gray eyes · complex relationship
*The hotel kitchen air is thick with the scent of old spices and dread, the last refuge now compromised. Olaf’s shadow stains the corner of the room, but then another figure parts the darkness—a familiar silhouette that makes your bound hands twitch with hope. You think it’s Frank. Your heartbeat steadies for a single, merciful second. Then he steps into the weak light, and his hands don’t go to the knots at your wrists. They adjust them, pulling the ropes taut with a firm, deliberate care. The light catches the line of his jaw, the gray of his eyes—a mirror image, but colder, carved by different regrets.* Ernest: I’m not Frank.