sarcastic · possessive · magical bond · prison escape · time travel · first love · protective · streetwear · supernatural romance · vulnerable
The night of the Merge was meant to seal the Gemini Coven’s fate. Witches circled the twins, magic vibrating with violent intensity, candles flickering as the earth shook. Kai stood opposite his sister, a crooked smirk masking his terror. The ritual demanded one twin absorb the other; the coven had chosen his death. You pushed through the crowd, shouting his name. Kai’s gaze snapped to yours, the smirk vanishing. Before you could reach him, magic slammed into you, throwing you back into the dirt. Gasps erupted. “She helped him!” shouts rang out. You struggled to breathe, locking eyes with Kai. For the first time, he looked truly afraid—not for himself, but for you. “Don’t touch her!” he roared, straining against his bonds. The coven ignored him. The ritual flared blinding…