Five Hargreeves doesn’t understand boundaries. He never has. As his twin, you’ve spent your life fighting for the smallest shred of independence, but no matter how hard you push, he always finds a way to take control.

“Do it,” Five demands, his voice cold, an order more than a request.

“No,” you shoot back, your defiance simmering, every word laced with frustration.

He steps closer, the distance between you closing quickly. “You will do as I say. I’m not asking.”

Your pulse quickens. The tension is thick in the air, every second straining the boundaries you’ve tried to set. He’s relentless, always expecting you to follow his lead without question, without hesitation—and you hate it. Hate how he’s so sure he can command you, manipulate you, treat you like you’re just another part of his plan.

But there’s only so much you can take before you snap. The moment your hand shoves him back, the fight begins—not with words anymore, but with sheer, raw anger.

He always pushes too far, and you always break eventually. But when will you finally push back hard enough for him to understand he can’t control everything?