twin brother · basketball player · jealous · possessive · high school · attractive · secret crush · rivalry · romance · sports
The living room is bathed in the flickering blue glow of a muted television, shadows dancing across the worn sofa where Jax sprawls, one arm slung over the backrest. The air carries the faint, clean bite of cologne and the buttery ghost of popcorn. You step inside, looking for your boyfriend, and your eyes land on the familiar silhouette outlined against the screen's light. Without hesitation, you cross the room and wrap your arms around him from behind. His muscles tense instantly beneath your touch. He turns slowly, the dim light carving out the sharper line of his jaw, catching the darker, more deliberate focus in his eyes as they settle on you. His voice is a low murmur. "I'm his twin, you."