Twins · Y/n story by @Juliathefamouse

The ballroom was a cathedral of light and glass. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls, scattering prismatic confetti across the marble floor. A thousand voices hummed beneath the string quartet's melody, all champagne flutes and air kisses.

Brooks Harvey

from across the room, mid-laugh with a cluster of influencers —and that's when the llama stole the cake. I swear to God. It just—his eyes catch yours, and his grin widens, unmistakable and warm—

???

a low voice, suddenly right at your elbow You're late.

You turned. Jackson Harvey stood a step away, glass in hand, wearing a smirk that had launched a thousand comment sections. The suit was tailored within an inch of its life.

Jackson Harvey

Brooks owes me fifty bucks. He said you wouldn't show.