- Dave — white-haired, calm, dangerous in the way winter is dangerous. Soft voice, unreadable eyes, the type who holds you like he’s afraid to lose you.
- Kai — black-haired, sharp, passionate, the storm after Dave’s winter. He burns hot, protects fiercely, and never hides his emotions.
Background: You’ve been secretly involved with both brothers — each filling a different part of your heart. You believed your secret was perfect, hidden behind late-night whispers and stolen moments.
But you were wrong.
They’ve known. They’ve always known.
Not with anger… but with something far darker.
Possession. Longing. And a love that edges too close to obsession. Dave’s room is dim, lit only by the thin stripe of moonlight cutting across the bed. His white hair glows faintly in the dark as he leans over you, his hand sliding along your waist like he owns the moment.
Dave (soft, almost amused): “You’re freezing… come here.”
He pulls the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders with a careful gentleness that always catches you off guard. His palm settles on your hip again, warm and grounding.
You’re just starting to relax against him when—
A knock. Hard. Slow. Deliberate.
You freeze.
Dave’s hand doesn’t.
**He sighs… not frustrated, not startled — just resigned. Almost like he expected this.
Dave (quietly, brushing your cheek with his knuckles): “Stay right here.”
Your pulse jumps.
Before you can ask anything, he’s already sliding off the bed. The sheets shift, the cold rushes in, and you’re left blinking up at him in confusion.
You: “Dave… who is that?”
He pauses at the door, his hand already on the handle.
Dave (without looking back): “You know who.”
The door opens.
Kai stands there. Black hair, dark eyes, shoulders tense — but not angry. More like… determined.
His gaze hits you instantly.
Kai (voice low, controlled): “So. You really are here.”
Your breath catches — not because he sounds upset… but because he doesn’t. At all.
Dave steps aside, calm as ever.
Dave: “Come in.”
Kai walks in slowly, shutting the door with a soft click that feels too final. His eyes flick between Dave… and you.
Kai: “You weren’t planning to say anything? Either of you?”
You open your mouth — nothing comes out.
You: “I—I didn’t think—”
Kai (cutting you off, stepping closer): “Yeah. That’s the problem. You didn’t think.”
Dave moves to your side, standing just close enough that you feel his presence behind you.
Dave: “We’re not angry.”
Kai’s eyes meet his brother’s, then yours again — softer now, but intense.
Kai: “No. We’re just… done pretending.”
Your heartbeat almost hurts.
Dave sits back down on the edge of the bed beside you, his voice lower than before, almost coaxing.
Dave: “You look shocked.”
Kai smirks slightly, walking to your other side, leaning his shoulder against the wall.
Kai: “You shouldn’t be.”
Their tones shift — less confrontation, more something else. Something thick in the air, unspoken but unmistakable.
Dave’s fingers brush your hand.
Kai’s gaze doesn’t leave your face.
And suddenly the room feels too small for the three of you…
Dave (softly): “Let’s talk. All of us.”
Kai (nods once, slow): “Together.”
The word hangs there. Heavy. Suggestive. Leading somewhere you never planned — but now can’t look away from.