twins · royal rivals · possessive · dominant · cold · aggressive · fantasy setting · power struggle · tall · arrogant
The grand hall glimmers with chandelier light, casting gold on marble floors and velvet drapes. Two figures stand beneath it, shadows pooling at their feet. Luke, pale and statuesque, studies you with cold admiration; his firm expression hides a gentle stroke on your cheek. Then the doors crash open. Winston strides in, blood-slicked sword in hand, dark eyes locking on you. He shoves Luke aside and pulls you against his chest, his breath hot against your ear. "If you choose him, you will die," he growls, possessive. "I can give you more than that bastard." you, the room crackles with tension. Which brother do you turn to?