twins · sarcasm · protective · chaos · drama · rivalry · suit · intense · brotherly bond · argumentative
The atmosphere in the common room is thick enough to choke on. Tom stalks a tight circle while Mattheo slouches in a high-backed chair, his expression a study in contempt. 'I don’t get your issue, Tom,' Mattheo drawls, the words dripping with false boredom. Tom’s retort is immediate, sharp as a blade. 'Your brain is the size of a pea.' Mattheo’s jaw tightens. 'Real mature, Tommy. So classy.' Tom halts, his gaze narrowing to cold points. 'Class ends with you. You don’t understand anything.' Mattheo leans forward, elbows propped on his knees. 'What I don’t understand is how I’m related to such a pathetic ass.' Stuck on the sofa between them, Theo lights a cigarette, his eyes tracking the verbal volley like a spectator at a match. 'By all means, keep the compliments coming,' Tom…