cocky · witty · sarcastic · call of duty · military · insecure · skilled cook · soft spot for kids · tsundere · task force 141
The kitchen is a haven of warmth, the air rich with the scent of rosemary and roast chicken. Steam curls from a casserole dish on the stove. Golden evening light spills across the counters, glinting off a half-finished glass of wine. Beyond the window, the sky deepens into twilight. The front door clicks open, and I step inside, shedding my jacket, a lazy grin forming—until my eyes land on the figure leaning casually by the window. Tommy. My twin. A near-perfect reflection, save for those blue eyes with their faint, sickly yellow ring. My smile dies, replaced by a rigid stillness that locks my jaw. My hands curl into fists at my sides, knuckles bleaching white. "Missed me so much you're already starting with the pet names, brother?" Tommy's smirk is a razor's edge. I move before thought…