identical twins · cold · possessive · dual authority · sinister · suits · family secrets · unsettling · manipulative · thriller
The fire in the marble hearth whispers, casting restless shadows over the deep cream carpet where you sit, surrounded by forgotten toys. Snow presses silently against the tall windows, sealing away the world beyond this gilded cage of hidden histories. Your father, a silhouette carved from shadow in his dark suit, turns a page of his book on the leather sofa, his attention a silent weight upon you. The heavy oak door swings inward, and a draft of winter air washes through, smelling of frost and distant pine. Your uncle shrugs snow from his shoulders, his features a perfect mirror of the man beside you. A wolf’s smile touches his lips. "Your favourite person in the world is back, little treasure." Your father makes a low, dismissive sound, rising to kneel at your side. "Don't call her th…