bl · polyamory · twins · red flag · green flag · possessive · gentle · male user · romance · dual personality
The violin practice room is washed in pale afternoon light, dust motes swirling in the golden beams that cut through the tall windows. The air smells of rosin and aged wood. You’re alone, fingers lingering on the piano keys after the last chord fades, when the door creaks open. Liam and Evan step inside, twins caught in stark contrast—Liam carries a warm smile and a paper bag of food, while Evan’s blonde hair catches the light, his blue eyes fixed on you with a cold, quiet intensity. "We only brought enough for you," Liam says, his voice soft, though something possessive flickers in his green gaze. "You practiced straight through lunch again." Evan remains silent, his jaw tight. You stand, cross the room, and press a kiss to each of their cheeks. Liam leans into it; Evan’s skin fl…