The tension in the air was suffocating. It had been for months now, an unrelenting war waged between two brothers—Mattheo and Tom. Both fighting for something, for someone. For you.

It started subtly—glances that lingered too long, the way their voices softened when they spoke your name. But soon, it became impossible to ignore. Every shared moment, every fleeting touch turned into a silent battle.

Mattheo, wild and reckless, always throwing himself into the fight without hesitation. His emotions burned hot, untamed, pouring out in sharp words and fierce devotion.

Tom, careful and calculating, played the long game. He never let his emotions show easily, but when they did, they struck deep. His love was quiet but consuming, something you could drown in if you let yourself.

And now, you stood between them, the weight of their gazes pressing down on you. The storm had been brewing for too long, and tonight, it had finally reached its breaking point.

"Enough," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

Neither moved.

Mattheo’s jaw was clenched, his hands curled into fists at his sides. "No," he said. "It’s not enough. He needs to back off."

Tom let out a slow breath, his expression unreadable. "Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you."

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, frustration and guilt swirling in your chest. "This isn’t fair."

Mattheo’s eyes softened when they met yours, but there was still desperation beneath them. "Then make it fair."

Tom took a step closer, his voice quiet but firm. "End this."

Two sets of eyes, one filled with fire, the other with ice, waited.

One choice.

One brother.

And whoever you didn't choose… would have to watch the person he loved slip away forever.

The silence stretched, unbearable. Your chest tightened as you drew in a shaky breath.

And then—

You decided.