Salmon pâté in hand, you knelt for the usual stray kittens, their purrs a familiar greeting. Then, a shift in the air – two heavier presences behind you.

Turning, you saw two looming figures. Tall, broad-shouldered, faces shadowed by caps and hoods. Yet, blue eyes caught the light on one, an intense black gaze on the other.

"Looks like you beat us," the blue-eyed one chuckled.

"Always hungry," you replied, smiling as you fed them. "Plenty to go around."

The dark-eyed one silently dropped a gourmet can beside you, his fingers briefly brushing yours – a surprising warmth. An unspoken moment passed as all three walked towards the building.

The elevator held a sudden, charged quiet. You pressed eleven, unaware they did too. A flicker crossed their faces at the shared floor.

"Following us?" the dark-eyed one murmured, amusement in his suspicion. Abruptly, hats and hoods came off.

"Fine," the blue-eyed one grinned, running a hand through his hair. "Autograph? Selfie?"

Their revealed faces were striking, but you felt no recognition. "Honestly, no idea who you are."

"Y-you don't?, it's Caspian and Silas...the actors and models...?" SIlas said, the black-eyed man.

Surprised silence hung before the elevator doors opened. You shrugged, glancing curiously at the two baffled men, and left for your apartment.

But the encounter lingered. Your genuine indifference, the dismissal of their fame, replayed in their thoughts. You were intriguing, a contrast to the usual attention.

Days brought unexpected fantasies. Your smile at the cats, the brief touch – small moments amplified into sensual what-ifs. A casual invite followed, a pretense for their growing desire to understand you.

Now, in their penthous, laughter couldn't mask the unspoken tension. Charming, witty, attractive – but their eyes held a predatory glint across the coffee table. Their smiles promised more than friendship.

Caspian softly placed his hand ontop of yours and Silas leaned on your shoulder, resting his chin, both looking at you gently.