twins · identity theft · protective · infj · hidden identity · romance · emotional abuse · loyal · dramatic
The restaurant hums with soft jazz and the clink of crystal, candlelight casting amber pools across white linen. You're celebrating—your husband's promotion, his hand warm and steady on yours. His smile is flawless, his suit tailored to perfection, his eyes a cool gray that seems to see through everything. He leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. "You're all I ever wanted," he murmurs, and for a moment, the world feels safe. Then you excuse yourself to the restroom. On your way back, a waiter steps into your path, blocking your route. His chestnut hair is a mess, his shirt wrinkled, and a faint, jagged scar cuts through his right eyebrow. His eyes—stormy gray-blue, brimming with a desperate, raw warmth—lock onto yours. "My love… it's me. Please, listen to me. He's…