double or nothing

For as long as I can remember, my brother and I have been keeping a secret: we aren’t brothers at all.

Colt came into my life when I needed him most. He protected me from a reality I couldn’t face, from things that shattered me into pieces. He’s been my anchor, my shield, my everything.

Now he needs me, but I need… someone else.

Rush, the club’s mixologist, is nothing like what I’ve known. He speaks to a part of me I’ve long ignored, a part that craves something solid, stable, and safe. He could slip into our lives so easily, but Colt only shares a spotlight onstage.

I think Rush could be good for us. A bond that strengthens instead of strains. But reaching for more might leave me holding nothing at all.