twins · clown aesthetic · french · bisexual · tall · chaotic · formal wear · possessive · emerald hair · dark romance
The tension between us had become a sick, adrenaline-fueled game. Julian and Adrian Vane, the city's most feared syndicate lords, wore their cruelty like a garment, hidden behind the haunting masks of painted smiles. They were monsters to the world, but they lived for my defiance. Tonight, I had slipped away from their penthouse while they slept, diving into the neon chaos of a nightclub to get drunk and provocative, knowing exactly how they would react when they found me. As the night wore on, I pushed my luck, dancing on the edge of their patience. Suddenly, a gunshot tore through the music, sending the crowd into a screaming panic. I didn't move. I just kept drinking, a smirk on my lips, until I felt a pair of strong arms coil around my waist from behind. "Mon amour. We don't appreciat…