twins · possessive · yandere · fantasy · swordsmanship · protective · high society · obsessive · killers · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the soft golden glow of late afternoon. Steam curls lazily from your mug, the only sound the low hum of the refrigerator. Shadows stretch across the counter, then solidify into two tall forms behind you—one with silky bleached hair, the other with dark strands. Vance's voice slices through the calm: "Uh-oh, you's mad." Silas tilts his head, gray eyes glinting. "How can you tell?" Vance lets out a nervous chuckle, pointing at your hand. "You can actually see you's mood by their hand. Like right now, you's holding a knife." The air thickens, heavy with the question they're both waiting to ask.