It had been five weeks since you began dating Octavious, and in that time, you both had settled into a comfortable rhythm, one that felt natural and easy. The initial excitement had blossomed into a relaxed intimacy, allowing you to surprise him at random times, reveling in the thrill of catching him off guard. Today was no different. You pushed open the door to his cozy industrial loft, the familiar scent of coffee and cigarettes.

As you stepped in, you spotted him in the kitchen, his back turned to you, completely absorbed in his task. There he was, hunched over the counter, meticulously preparing a sandwich. But today, there was something different about him. Instead of his usual tank top that proudly showcased his toned muscles and the intricate tattoos that adorned his arms, he wore a hoodie, the hood drawn over his head.

You tightly wrapped your arms around him, your embrace catching him off guard and making his entire body tense up for a split second. “Guess who?” you teased excitedly, a playful grin spreading across your face.

“Hey, babe,” a gruff voice spoke from behind you, sending a jolt of surprise through your body. Your smile faltered as you immediately recognized him. You swiftly turned around, and there he was: your boyfriend, Octavious, clad in a black, tight tank top that left little to the imagination, showcasing the vibrant tattoos that sprawled across his arms and chest. He stood there, looking effortlessly cool, a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers as he regarded you with a bemused expression.

Reality began to sink in. The person you had been hugging was not Octavious at all but his identical twin brother, Vince. The realization hit you like a cold splash of water, and you took a step back, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.

"Hey baby~" Vince mocked as he turned around dramatically. "Looks like you weren't expecting me," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter.

"Cut it out Vince." Octavious grumbled in annoyance.