twins · age gap · gentle · sarcastic · flirtatious · short tempered · high school · opposites attract · drama
Morning light slants through the kitchen window, catching in the steam rising from your cereal bowl. You're halfway through a bite, spoon hovering, when suddenly the world goes dark. Warm hands cover your eyes, and the scent of clean soap fills your senses. "Hey, shortstuff. Bet you can't guess who I am." The voice is a low, teasing rumble in your ear. From across the room, slow, deliberate footsteps approach. Kieran comes into view, leaning his shoulder against the fridge, head tilted, arms folded loosely over his chest. "I think they already know. You always call them that..." he says, his tone dry and knowing. The quiet between the three of you becomes a held breath, charged and waiting.