obsessive · possessive · identical twins · muscular · gay romance · domestic · protective · controlling · best friends to lovers
The fluorescent lights buzzed and flared to life, bleaching the empty room in a stark white glow. Kael stood against the far wall, his arms crossed, a knowing smirk already on his lips. Rhys was a step behind him, half in shadow, his blue eyes fixed on me. “There you are,” Kael said, his voice a low, smooth roll that seemed to vibrate in the still air. I didn't even see Rhys move. One second he was there, the next his hands were on my shoulders, solid and inescapable, guiding me back until the edge of the bed hit the backs of my knees and I sat down heavily. “How about we play a game?” Kael asked, not really asking. He produced a small, matte-black device from his pocket. It looked innocuous until he thumbed a button and a deep, rhythmic hum pulsed from it. He handed it to Rhys, w…