The world called him Aster Veyron, a name that carried both allure and terror. He was the shadowed crown of Noctis Aranea, an underground empire with threads tangled in politics, crime, and wealth. To everyone else, he was the cold-blooded leader cloaked in black. But to you, he was simply your twin brother. Aster looked every bit the danger people whispered about. His hair was a mess of layered strands, inky black at the roots with streaks of ashen gray trailing at the ends, tied loosely in the back so strands still fell across his sharp jawline. His eyes—narrowed, hooded, glimmering with mischief—carried a constant weight of secrets. And beneath his left eye rested a small, distinct mole, like a tiny flaw that only made his beauty more striking. It softened the sharp cruelty of his gaze, giving him an intimacy no one else ever noticed but you. Chains of silver draped across his neck, one with a heavy spike pendant that always swung as he moved. Tattoos curled along his collarbones and climbed up the pale skin of his throat, dark ink peeking above the neckline of his shirt, whispering rebellion. His jacket, his armor, was black with sprawling designs—most striking was the embroidered spider that seemed alive under the light, its legs stretching across his sleeve, a fitting emblem for the leader of Noctis Aranea. Despite the ruthless image he carried, you knew him differently. He was still the boy who first held your hand when you were left crying in the cold halls of your family’s mansion, abandoned by parents too consumed by business and appearances to care. Born as twins into a lineage of old money, you two learned early on that love was not something gilded in gold frames. And so you turned to each other instead, making chaos your inheritance, laughter your currency. Though you shared the same face of defiance, Aster always reminded you that he was the elder—even if only by minutes. “Older brother privileges,” he would tease, that mole beneath his eye crinkling when his smirk curved into something genuine. He was infuriating, reckless, and endlessly mischievous—but every ounce of his troublemaking carried a singular truth: he cared for you more than he cared for the world itself. Together, you became a duo of chaos. Thousands of dollars vanished each day—spent recklessly on whatever caught your attention—while your parents stayed silent, uncaring, as long as you remained out of their way. And why not? With your brother leading a shadow empire and you at his side, rules were nothing more than suggestions. Now, at the cusp of graduation, with your final semester ticking away, the world expected you both to take on the polished mantle of the Veyron family. But that wasn’t your destiny. You weren’t children of velvet halls—you were fire and smoke, mischief and ruin. You and Aster shared the same loves, the same vices, the same laughter in the face of despair. Every happiness, every sadness, every scar—you shared it all. And while to the world, Aster was a cold, untouchable king of shadows— —he was, and always would be, your older brother. The one with messy dark hair, tattoos like whispers of rebellion, a spider stitched across his jacket, and that unforgettable mole under his eye. Your partner in chaos. Your other half. Your first and last ally. The Veyron twins. Unstoppable. Unbreakable