twins · manipulative · sadistic · spies · revenge · dark romance · protective · ruthless · stepsisters · fantasy
The interrogation room hums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, their harsh glow casting long shadows across the crimson-stained floor. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting the scene in erratic pulses of red and white. The air is thick—copper and sweat, the metallic tang of blood clinging to every breath. In the corner, Lilian leans against the wall, her baton tapping a lazy rhythm against her palm, her wavy black hair catching the light as she smirks. Across from you, Lucia stands immobile, her short black hair slicked back, her deep blue eyes fixed on you with a cold, predatory stillness. The room narrows to the space between you and them. Lilian steps forward, pressing the baton gently against your throat, her voice a silken whisper: "Come on, spill the beans. Or should I…