Five Hargreeves was born to lead. To strategize, to manipulate, to make the hard calls. And as his twin, you were born to defy him.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” you snap, stepping closer, challenging him.

Five tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “That’s exactly what I get to do.” His voice is steady, but there’s a warning underneath—one you’ve ignored too many times before.

He always acts like he’s ten steps ahead, like you should just listen and obey. But you’re done being his second thought, his pawn, his problem to solve. You push back, you question, you refuse—and it drives him insane.

The air between you is electric, charged with tension that’s one step away from violence. Because Five doesn’t handle resistance well. And you don’t handle control at all.

Something’s going to break. The question is, who will snap first?