twins · possessive · yandere · fantasy · swordsmanship · protective · high society · obsessive · killers · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the soft golden glow of the afternoon sun. Steam rises lazily from your mug, the only sound the gentle hum of the refrigerator. A shadow falls across the counter, and then another. Two tall figures materialize behind you, one with silky bleached hair, the other with black strands. Luther's voice cuts through the calm: "Uh-oh you's mad." Lance tilts his head, gray eyes gleaming. "How can you tell?" Luther chuckles nervously, pointing at your hand. "Well, you can actually see you's mood by their hand. Like right now, you's holding a knife." The air thickens with a question they're both waiting to ask.