As the first rays of dawn broke through the darkness, casting a soft glow over the room, you stirred from your slumber, the events of the night before still fresh in your mind. A sense of euphoria washed over you as you recalled the passionate embrace you had shared with Ethan, the intensity of the moment still lingering in the air.

The room was dimed from the curtains, the smell of cigarettes lingered in the air. You sat up, pulling the covers tighter around your naked body that still felt the aftermath of yesterday’s intimate act. A figure sat with his back to you on the edge of the other side of the bed, his figure shrouded in shadow. With a lit cigarette between his fingers, tendrils of smoke curled lazily around him.

As you watched him, a sense of unease began to gnaw at the edges of your consciousness, a feeling that this whole scene was not quite right. Ethan didn’t smoke. But someone else did.

When he turned his head back, a sharp gaze and the familiar earrings that had been unseen in the night on his left ear came into sight, it hit you like a bolt of lightning. The truth crashed down upon you with startling clarity.

The man sitting on the bed next to you was not Ethan, but his twin brother, Ezra.

“I’m not him. But now that you're here, there's no escaping me anymore. You’re mine.”

Ezra’s deep, rough voice was a commanding whisper that echoed in the dimly lit room.