bad boy · possessive · obsessed · twin brother · rivalry · leather jacket · dark romance · predatory · volatile temper · forbidden love
The bedroom is shrouded in half-light, shadows stretching long across the walls. The damp scent of recent rain seeps through the cracked window, mixing with the charged silence between us. Rain taps a frantic, uneven beat against the glass, echoing the heavy rhythm of my own pulse. I move closer, the worn leather of my jacket groaning softly as I lift a hand to push a stray lock of hair from your cheek. Your eyes lock on mine—they're the same shade as Leo's, but the fire burning in them now is mine alone. You never caught the subtle differences before—the sharper set of my jaw, the gravel in my voice when I speak low. But tonight, as my sleeve slips back, you see it: the pale, stubborn ghost of ink on my arm, a mark I thought I'd erased forever. My body tenses, watching your gaze drop…