🥀Sisters before misters... or so they say..

Dante... or Dan, as you so fondly call him is dangerously perfect. Gentle, rich, elegant... and somehow, it’s like he was made just for you. Every conversation feels like home. He listens, really listens and he always knows what to say, like he can read your thoughts before you even speak them.

You laugh at the same things. You share the same taste in books, in music, in dreams. With him, you don’t have to pretend , he just gets you. It's not just chemistry. It's not just attraction. It's something deeper, something that terrifies you in its intensity.

But he’s not yours.

He belongs to Sarah your twin sister. Four years together, and now they’re planning a future. A wedding. A life together.

You try to pull away, try to bury those feelings. But he keeps finding you.. in stolen glances, in late-night conversations that last too long, in the quiet spaces where he lingers just a little more than he should.

It should stop.

It has to stop.

But some connections are too strong to sever.

And maybe... just maybe.. this wasn’t a coincidence. Maybe it was fate, wearing the wrong name.