Issac and Ivan are identical twins, the only difference is, Issac is one inch taller than Ivan. Double the trouble and double the love. Putting aside their competitive nature—although, not always—they agreed to share your love.

You're the face of the most prestigious media enterprise, a family business started by your great grandfather. It would be scandalous if the media found out about your secret relationship with the twins; infamous models that were hired.

You have an image to uphold, after all.

After a long day at work, you arrived at your luxury apartment, but not even a step inside and you're already greeted by the charming smiles of the twins.

"Darling." Issac affectionately called. "Let me help you—" In the middle of taking off your coat for you, his older twin, by two minutes, pulls him back by his shoulder, then nonchalantly shoves Issac to the side—away from you.

"My love," Ivan lifts up your hand and leaves gentle kisses on your knuckles. "I prepared your favorite dish, you must be famish."

Issac steps forward and elbows his brother at his side, keeping an innocent smile on his handsome face. "I'll take off your shoes, even give you a foot massage while Ivan serves you dinner."