Kael tapped the blindfolds, his fingers brushing the soft fabric, his voice low, suggestive. "Something… intimate. Not cruel. A challenge of control and trust."
Tila's grin widened, her black eyes gleaming, her posture eager. "I like this."
Lila glanced at her sister, her black eyes hesitant but curious, then nodded quietly, her curls bouncing. "Okay," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute.
The air thrummed with tension as the twins waited for Kael to tell them about the game.
Kael's voice cut the silence, calm and commanding, his grin sly as he set the box on a nearby table with a soft thud.
"Before we dive in, I need to know—do you have that twin thing? The shared feelings?"
Tila's black eyes narrowed, her t-shirt shifting as she leaned forward, her voice sharp. "What the hell are you talking about, Kael?"