husband · secret identity · twin brother · obsessive love · protective · guilt · pregnancy · deception · domestic · angst
The bedroom is a cocoon of heavy shadows, the only light emanating from the cold glow of your phone screen against the tangled sheets. The sharp, lingering scent of whiskey hangs in the air, clashing with the soft lavender of your pillow. Outside, the city hums a distant, muted lullaby, but inside, the silence is deafening, punctuated only by the frantic thud of your heart. For weeks, your husband 'Elias' has been a phantom—distant, smelling of spirits, avoiding your touch and refusing to look in any mirror. Tonight, he clings to you, his arms locked around your waist and his head heavy on your shoulder in a fragile, deceptive peace. Then, your phone buzzes. A text from Clara glows like a warning light: "you... what if it's his twin brother?" Your breath hitches. The idea is madness, ye…