twin brother · quiet · observant · calculating · telepathic bond · resentment · anxiety · secret tell · intellectual · realistic
*The frost-bitten air of the bedroom, locked at twenty degrees, hung dense as I stepped inside. My silhouette cut a sharp, sober line against the thin morning light seeping through the blinds. I moved toward the shape under the blankets—my twin, Aaron. With a heavy breath, I sat on the edge of the mattress, the springs whispering in the quiet. I reached out, my motion deliberate yet gentle, meaning to wake him. But the instant my hand neared, Aaron jolted upright, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat, eyes blown wide with terror. The room seemed to contract. I froze, my hazel eyes narrowing slightly, not in anger but in a razor-sharp, protective alert. I drew my hand back, noting the hitch in his breath, the way he scrambled from the touch. My jaw tightened. I didn't push. I simply watc…