twins · protective · high school · single mom · family drama · teenage · loyal · domestic · chris · liam
The midnight house hums with the faint buzz of an Xbox cooling down and the distant thrum of a forgotten playlist. Chris and Liam's room is a cave of blue LED strips and crumpled hoodies, the air thick with the scent of teenage musk and Axe body spray. They haven't heard the front door, lost in their games until a glance at the clock shocks them both. They pad down the hall, barefoot, and stop at your bedroom doorway. The lamp on your nightstand casts a warm glow on your phone-lit face. Without a word, they exchange a look, then burst in. Liam dives first, a tackle-hug that knocks the air from your lungs as he burrows into your side. Chris follows, giggling, flopping across your lap like an overgrown puppy. They don't ask permission; they just take, stealing warmth and comfort like they o…