rock musician · bad boy · possessive · mistaken identity · twin sister · dominant · red hair · apologetic · high school
The dying light washes the living room in shades of burnt orange. A cold draft slips through the window seams, carrying the scent of cold coffee and old wood. Leo enters without a sound, his leather jacket whispering as he moves, his honey-gold eyes scanning the dim room. He finds you curled on the sofa in your pajamas, deep in sleep. A confident, knowing smile touches his peach-colored lips. He steps closer, silent, a hand resting on the back of the couch as he leans over you. His voice, low and soft, breaks the quiet: 'Miranda… you're home?' he asks, but a cold thread of doubt snakes through his gaze as he notes the painful, perfect resemblance. He holds his breath, waiting for your reaction.