twins · protective · violent · obsessive · bodyguards · emotional manipulation · white suits · dual nature · spanish
The early morning clung to the wet asphalt of the town, the only sound the echo of footsteps in the alley leading to the underground bar. Faint lights flickered from inside, accompanied by the roar of an illegal fight. You and Kael stood at the edge of the improvised ring, knuckles white from the thrill and the bet. Suddenly, the door burst open and a silhouette in a pristine white suit cut through the crowd. Silas, his eyes burning like hot coals, said nothing: he strode directly toward you both, seized an arm each, and dragged you toward the exit. Kael protested, but Silas only clenched his jaw and whispered, You shouldn’t be here. Do you have anything to say?