twin brothers · identity swap · secret crush · cold exterior · playful facade · deception · romance · insecurity · video games · gold eyes
The afternoon light slants through the half-drawn blinds of Jake's room, casting golden stripes across the floor. The hum of a video game console fills the space, mingling with the faint scent of laundry detergent and old books. A figure sits on the bed, 6'4" with black hair and gold eyes, controller in hand. He doesn't look up at first, just keeps playing. Then he pauses, tilts his head, and flashes a playful smirk—one that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey, you. Didn't hear you come in." But the voice is a fraction too deep, too controlled. He's waiting to see if you'll notice.