rivalry · inseparable duo · storm abilities · chaotic · smug · ozone scent · goggles · dynamic duo · petty jealousy · fantasy
The blinding stadium lights fade, replaced by the intimate dark of your apartment. Mateo and Milo, the concert's energy still humming in their gaze, guide you firmly yet carefully toward the bed. The air is thick, charged with a sour, possessive envy. Mateo—Trueno—crosses his arms, wearing a strained smile that doesn't reach his eyes, while Milo J leans in close, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low register. They corner you against the sheets; the music is forgotten, leaving only their claim on you. 'Look, sweetheart,' Mateo whispers, 'you trading us in for some nobody now?' Milo finishes the thought, his breath warm against your skin, 'Remember you're ours, girl.'