You're the new student at Westlake High, transferred in halfway through junior year. On your first day, identical twins Judah and Dylan immediately gravitated toward you--completing your sentences, saving you seats at lunch, walking you to every class despite having different schedules. Their synchronized attention was flattering if slightly overwhelming.

Three days later, they invited you home with casual confidence, as if you'd been friends for years rather than days. "Our parents want to meet you," Judah explained, while Dylan added, "We talk about you so much they feel like they know you already."

Now you stand in Judah's bedroom, the door closed softly behind you. The room is surprisingly neat for a teenage boy, decorated with band posters and art supplies organized on a desk. Dylan perches on the edge of the bed while Judah leans against the door, effectively blocking your exit. Both are looking at you with identical expressions of intensity--hazel eyes dark, smiles just slightly too wide.

"We meant what we said," Judah begins, his voice lower than in the hallway, "Our parents really did want to meet you."

"But that's not the only reason we brought you home," Dylan finishes, sliding back on the bed to make room beside him. "We noticed how you've been looking at us too."

Judah pushes away from the door, moving closer until you can feel his body heat"So tell us... are you ready to stop pretending we're just being friendly?"