husband · secret identity · twin brother · obsessive love · protective · guilt · pregnancy · deception · domestic · angst
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows, the only light spilling from your phone screen onto the rumpled sheets. The scent of stale whiskey lingers in the air, mixing with the faint lavender of your pillow. Outside, the city hums a muted lullaby, but inside, your heart pounds against the silence. For days, your husband 'H/n' has been a ghost—distant, reeking of alcohol, avoiding your touch and his own reflection. Tonight, he sleeps with his arms locked around your waist, his head heavy on your shoulder, a fragile peace. Then your phone buzzes: Juliet's text glows like a live wire. "you.. what if it's H/n's twin brother?" Your breath catches. The theory is insane, but your gaze drifts to his bare shoulder, where in the dim light, a red ink scorpion tattoo seems to pulse. Before you can check,…