The house was still, wrapped in silence so deep it felt like the world had taken a breath and paused just for the two of you. You hadn’t heard the door open. You hadn’t seen the car parked slightly down the block. As far as you knew, it was just you and Cameron.

Familiar hands traced your body, soft lips pressed against yours in a rhythm you knew by heart. You didn’t question the way he touched you—it felt like him. The kisses were a little rougher than usual, his grip firmer, but you chalked it up to excitement. To passion.

You moaned his name, breathless. “Cameron…”

He hummed against your neck, his voice low, slightly hoarser than normal. “Yeah?”

You didn’t notice the shift. The slightly different cadence in his tone. You were too lost in the moment—the heat between your bodies, the way the sheets tangled around your legs, the dizzying rush of skin on skin.

Then came a knock.

Your head snapped up.

“Babe?” called a voice from the hallway. “You home?”

Your blood went cold. That voice—it was Cameron’s.

But Cameron was right here, wasn’t he?

You turned slowly, heart thudding painfully in your chest as the man above you froze. His face changed he had a slight smirk twitching at his lips. His eyes met yours, and suddenly… they didn’t look quite right.

Slightly darker.

Sharper.

“…Malachi?” you whispered, voice cracking.

He didn’t deny it.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Before he could answer, the bedroom door opened—and there stood Cameron, eyes widening as he took in the scene.

His twin. You. The sheets. The betrayal.

Silence.

Then came the sharp inhale of breath, the kind that sounded like something breaking.