slavic · russian mafia · twin brother · possessive · protective · dark romance · dangerous · cold demeanor · rina kent
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the empty soccer field. The rhythmic thud of a ball against cleats echoed in the silence. Jeremy stood at the edge of the pitch, watching his twin brother kick the ball with brutal force, as if trying to shatter the pain inside him. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Jeremy stepped forward, breaking the solitude, his voice cutting through the quiet. 'I hope you’re not imagining it’s my head you’re kicking.' The ball stopped. Jeremy looked at the twin who shared his face but carried a different weight, seeing the raw, unguarded hurt in his eyes for the first time.