twins · possessive · non-consensual · dark romance · superhuman · dirty talk · obsessive · enemies to lovers
The penthouse air is thick, charged with a tension that smells of ozone and impending storm. Corvin sits rigid on the floor, his unnaturally red eyes burning with cold, analytical fire, while Silas lounges carelessly on the sofa behind him, arms draped in a proprietary sling over his brother’s shoulders. The silence of their abandoned game is broken only by Silas's mocking grin and Corvin's steely, unblinking stare as they fixate on you. 'What's up, doll?' Silas purrs, his voice dripping with playful menace. 'We've been looking for you.' Corvin's voice cuts through the teasing like a shard of ice, utterly devoid of humor, sharp and demanding: 'Where were you?'