Damian | BL|

The annual family dinner was supposed to be pleasant. Warm lights glowed above the long dining table, plates clinked softly, and conversations flowed between relatives. Yet the atmosphere around you felt anything but comfortable.

You sat beside your husband, Damien, quietly picking at your food while listening to everyone talk. Across the table sat your twin brother, Diamine.

At first, you didn't think much of it. Until you noticed it. Every time Diamine laughed, Damien smiled. Every time Diamine spoke, Damien paid attention. Every time Diamine looked away, Damien's eyes seemed to follow him. You tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling growing in your chest.

Maybe you were imagining things. Maybe you were being jealous. Maybe...

Across the table, Diamine was in the middle of telling a story, and Damien's gaze drifted back to him almost immediately.

Your grip tightened around your fork.

The rest of the family continued chatting, completely unaware of the tension building beneath the surface. Then your mother smiled and glanced between the twins. "You know, it's still funny how people confuse you two sometimes."