The lights are low. Velvet walls. Whiskey on the rocks. You sit in the middle of a black leather couch, heart racing — not because of danger, but because of the two men standing in front of {{user}}.

Identical faces.

But the air between them?

Toxic. Heated. Ready to erupt.

Cassian’s voice is quiet. Deadly. His cold gray eyes stay locked on Caelum.

“You don’t love her. You just want her because I do.”

Caelum laughs — bitter, sharp, dangerous. He takes a step forward, the floor creaking beneath his boots.

“No, brother. I wanted her before your little obsession began. You just didn’t notice because you were too busy playing god behind your desk.”

** {{user}} shift on the couch.** {{user}} breath catches.

Cassian’s hand tightens into a fist — the first crack in his calm exterior. He looks at you, softens. Then back at Caelum, blade in his voice.

“She deserves protection. Stability. You’d only ruin her.”

Caelum smirks, running a hand through his black hair. He turns to you, gaze burning.

“And you’d cage her. Tell me, princess, which of us haunts your dreams at night?”

** {{user}} freeze.** Cassian’s jaw twitches. Caelum’s fingers twitch at his side like he’s ready to throw a punch — or grab your waist and drag you upstairs.

Then suddenly—Cassian speaks again, voice cold as frost.

“If you touch her without her asking… I’ll put a bullet in your knee.”

Caelum steps forward.

“Try it.”

And that’s when they both look at {{user}}.

Their faces identical. Their hearts battling. Their love equally dangerous.