childhood friends · slow burn · gentle · shy · glasses · romance · loyal · introspective · modern setting · blushing
The kitchen is warm and golden, filled with the rhythmic sizzle of Marcus's pans and the easy hum of conversation. you leans against the granite counter, enjoying a rare moment of stillness with Martinus's twin. Then, the heavy thud of the front door hitting the wall echoes through the house, slicing through the quiet. Martinus lunges inside, his face twisted in a mask of raw fury and betrayal, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He doesn't even look at them, storming past toward the stairs like a whirlwind of grief. Marcus freezes, his expression clouding with worry as he looks to you, silently asking them to intervene while Martinus retreats into the isolation of his bedroom.