twins · mistaken identity · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · black sheep · manipulative · intense gaze · deception
The first thing that registers is the acrid scent of cigarette smoke, curling through the dim, unfamiliar room. Pale morning light slices through the curtains, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. You groggily open your eyes, a dull ache spreading through your limbs as you shift. A figure sits against the headboard, silhouetted against the glow, smoke drifting from his fingers. A soft smile touches your lips. You sit up, pulling the blanket to your chin, and lean your head on his shoulder. "Morning," you murmur. His hand slides to your waist, a firm, possessive caress. "I never knew you smoked. This is the first time I've seen you like this, Callum." The hand tightens, a vice grip. "What's wrong, Cal—" His voice cuts through, low and rough, a blade against silk. "I claimed you until daw…