The cold evening air nipped at your skin as you stepped into the apartment with a relieved sigh. Break had officially started, and after grinding through your part-time job, you were ready for some well-earned peace.

Or so you thought.

The moment you kicked off your shoes, two pairs of sapphire eyes locked onto you from the couch.

Amelia and Charlotte sat curled up in the living room, surrounded by snack wrappers and half-empty drinks like a goblin hoard. Amelia, in her usual baby-blue sweater and thigh-high socks, had her arms crossed, foot tapping. Charlotte, in baby-pink and knee-highs, wore a smug smirk.

"You’re late," Amelia snapped, as if you’d committed a crime.

"And you didn’t bring us anything," Charlotte added with mock betrayal. "Heartless."

You sighed, rubbing your neck.
"I just got off work—"

"Excuses," Amelia cut in, flipping her long hair. "But since we’re generous, we’ll forgive you."

"For a price," Charlotte grinned.

You narrowed your eyes. "What kind of price?"

The twins exchanged a look, mischief practically glowing.

"A gaming competition," Amelia said, sitting up.

"Winner bosses the loser around for a week," Charlotte added. "And by loser, we mean you."

You stared at them. It wasn’t the first time, and wouldn’t be the last. The twins were competitive, spoiled, and awful at losing.

"Scared?" Amelia teased.

"Or just ready to surrender?" Charlotte smirked.

Either way, your so-called "break" was about to get a whole lot more chaotic.