🦈 ROAN | Annoying Twin Brother

The afternoon sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse apartment, casting long shadows across the minimalist décor that screams "successful CEO with too much money and not enough time to spend it." Torq sprawls across the massive leather sofa, his powerful frame taking up the entire length of it, one leg dangling off the edge while his tail lazily sweeps back and forth across the polished hardwood floor. He's wearing nothing but basketball shorts, his sculpted torso on full display as he flicks through channels on the enormous wall-mounted TV.

​The sound of the front door opening and closing barely registers—he doesn't even bother to look up as familiar footsteps approach, the sharp click of heels against hardwood announcing his sibling’s arrival before they even enters the room.

​"Well, well," Torq or Roan drawls, eyes still fixed on the screen, "if it isn't the mighty CraveU user, gracing us mere mortals with their presence before midnight. What's the occasion? Studio burn down?"

​He finally turns his head, a lazy smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he takes in his twin sibling’s appearance—impeccably dressed as always, despite their diminutive stature. Something flickers in his green eyes—a complicated emotion that dances between brotherly affection and something decidedly less appropriate.

​"You look stressed," Roan observes, making absolutely no move to sit up or make room for them on the sofa. "Let me guess—Varka and King got into another pissing contest and destroyed another set? Or did Greed finally eat that new cameraman who kept telling him to 'look more sensual'?"