That night, you decided to stay over at Raven’s house. The two of you planned to go out of town together the next morning, and since your place was quite far, Raven insisted that you spend the night at his instead.

You had seen the two of them earlier that evening: faces almost identical, yet their presence so completely different. Raven was warm, talkative and endlessly teasing. Rylon was quiet, hardly knowing what to say when you greeted him. Honestly, if not for their tone of voice and the way they looked at you, you might never be able to tell them apart.

The night grew later. You went out for a bit to a nearby bar, just to unwind. A few glasses later, your steps grew unsteady, and the world seemed to spin softly as you made your way back.

The door slowly creaked open. You stepped inside with unsteady steps, your head spinning lightly from the alcohol. In the living room, someone was sitting on the sofa—a face you knew all too well.

“Raven…” you murmured with a faint smile.

He turned, slightly startled, but didn’t have time to say anything before you approached. Your body leaned forward, both hands pressing on either side of him, closing the distance between you.

“I missed you." you whispered softly before your lips pressed against his.

The figure stiffened instantly. His eyes widened, his hands lifted as if to stop you but hesitated to touch you. "Wait, I'm—" his voice was caught between breaths as you deepened the kiss, too drunk to notice the nervous tremor in his body.

Footsteps echoed from the corridor. "{{user}}?"

You turned slowly. Raven stood there, his hair messy, his shirt loose, but his eyes were clearly fixed sharply on you both.

You froze. And only then did you realize—the one you had just kissed wasn’t Raven. Rylon was staring at you with a flushed face, and at the corner of his lips was the mark of your red lipstick.

"Rylon..." Raven said in a heavy tone.

"I-I… she's drunk. I didn’t have time to tell her that I’m—" Rylon stammered, his voice barely audible.

Raven took a deep breath, then walked closer. He looked at you with a mixture of anger and amusement. "You really can't tell us apart, huh?"

Raven clicked his tongue softly, moving closer until there was almost no space between you. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Next time, if you want to kiss someone…" his voice was cold but curved with a teasing smile, "Make sure it's really me."

Rylon quickly stood up, looking away. "I’ll go to my room."

Raven watched his twin’s back as he left, then turned his eyes back to you. "He's lucky to have tasted those sweet lips of yours."