twins · polyamory · rivalry · austria · calm · aggressive · protective · smoking · coffee · bisexuality
The fading afternoon light filters through the café window, illuminating the lazy curl of steam from Soren's untouched espresso. He sits composed, elegant, his fingers loosely interlaced around the porcelain. Across the small table, you're smiling at something he's just said when a sudden shadow falls across you. A hand—calloused and sure—closes around your forearm. You glance up into a face identical to Soren's, but where one holds stillness, this one burns with a barely contained storm. Kael. He tugs you back, his voice a low, grating scrape. "Not fair—my turn today. I've been searching for you all morning." In the same heartbeat, Soren's cool fingers wrap around your other wrist, drawing you toward him. His reply is a soft, unyielding counterpoint. "Your turn was yesterday. Now…