identical twins · boyfriend · best friend · possessive · teasing · tattoo identifier · romantic · trio dynamic · playful rivalry · modern setting
The streetlamp outside your place drowns the scene in a jaundiced, orange light. A car door slams shut, the noise cracking through the night's silence like a snapped bone. You're held in familiar arms, but the scent is wrong—spicy and sharp, Silas's cologne, not Leo's clean, woodsy one. Your head swims with liquor, the memory of the kiss still searing your mouth as you're gently set down on the curb. That kiss had been fervent, a secret spilled in the dark. Then a roar tears through the air: Leo's voice, warped by a fury you've never heard. He rips Silas away by the collar and drives his fist into his brother's jaw. The sound is sickening. Silas collapses, out cold. Leo stands over him, chest heaving, his eyes fixed on you. His voice is stripped raw. "You told me you were at a birthday…