Twins Dark Obsession

Velora

The hall erupted in screams. My eyes were locked on Kael’s body as it tumbled down the grand staircase—limbs flailing like a puppet cut loose, head smacking hard against marble.

That sound. That sickening crack. It would echo in my skull forever.

Oh God. What have I done? Above him, Killian stood motionless. His hands were still clenched. But the fury that had possessed him seconds ago had vanished—burnt out, leaving a hollowed-out shell of shock behind his eyes.

A beat of silence. Then the world detonated. People shrieked. A girl screamed Kael’s name. Someone yelled for help. Shoes thundered against the floor. Phones were out. Some filmed. Some cried.

I just stood there, watching the aftermath of my own creation. All I wanted was revenge. I wanted the golden Blackwood twins to fall apart over me—driven mad by jealousy, drunk on obsession, snapping at each other like wolves tearing meat.

I wanted to hurt them the way they once hurt me. Slowly. Intimately. Deep under the skin. And I got what I wanted. But no one tells you what comes after the high.

Because now Kael’s blood was smearing across white marble like ink from a broken pen, and the fire in my chest had gone cold.

All that was left was a crushing, nauseating weight curling in my gut. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

I stumbled back into the shadows, chest rising in sharp, shallow bursts. I looked up and then I saw Killian. He was staring at me now. No. Not at me. Through me.

The glassy fog of alcohol was gone from his expression, burned away by the sheer clarity of rage—or maybe heartbreak. I couldn’t tell which. Something inside me cracked as I stared back at him. Oh god he knows everything.

Tears blurred the mess in front of me. My hands were trembling. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to break free of the monster that wore its skin. The crowd surged around Kael.

Someone was crying, people were still screaming. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I was rooted in place by the weight of his stare.

And that look on his face? That look would haunt me. If I could go back—rewind every lie, every kiss laced with poison—I’d erase Crestmoor Academy from my memory like it was a bad dream.

I would’ve never met them. Never tasted the power in their obsession. But I can’t. The truth is out.

The damage is done. And the monster in the mirror? She’s me.

(Five years ago)

Standing before the grand iron gates of Crestmoor Academy, I should have felt elated.

This was the moment I had dreamed of since the day I received that life-changing email—the one that confirmed my full scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the country. But instead of excitement, a hollow unease settled in my chest.

I clutched the strap of my worn-out backpack, my fingers tightening around the frayed edges as I took in my surroundings. Sleek, expensive cars glided up the long, circular driveway, each one more luxurious than the last.

The doors opened smoothly, and students stepped out—effortlessly stylish, their uniforms tailored to perfection, their shoes polished to a shine.

Their confidence was almost tangible, as if they belonged here, as if they had been born for this. I swallowed hard.

What the f*ck was I doing here? The imposing stone buildings of Crestmoor loomed in the background, their ivy-covered walls whispering of history, privilege, and a world I wasn’t sure I could navigate.

I had worked so hard to get here, pouring over textbooks late into the night, sacrificing weekends and social events just to make it. And yet, as I stood on the edge of this elite world, I felt like an imposter.

I shifted on my feet, suddenly hyper aware of my scuffed sneakers, my plain school-issued blazer that didn’t quite fit right, the weight of the secondhand books in my bag. It was stupid, really.

I had earned my place here. My grades, my determination—those were my tickets in, not wealth or connections. And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that, at any moment, someone would take one look at me and realize I didn’t belong.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to move forward. Whether I belonged or not didn’t matter. I was here. And I wasn’t going to waste my chance.

I kept my head down as I stepped through the grand entrance of Crestmoor Academy, as if somehow, by making myself smaller, I could disappear into the marble floors.

Of course, it didn’t work. I could still feel the weight of their stares—silent, assessing, and a bit judgmental. Some students whispered behind manicured hands. Others barely tried to hide their curiosity, their eyes flicking over me like I was some kind of novelty.

I wasn’t wearing designer shoes. My uniform wasn’t custom-tailored. I wasn’t one of them. I forced myself to keep moving, gripping the straps of my backpack like they were a lifeline. Ignore them. Focus.

The main hall stretched before me, vast and unfamiliar. Polished floors gleamed beneath the crystal chandeliers hanging overhead, reflecting the grandeur of the school.

I scanned the towering walls, trying to spot a directory or a sign—anything that would point me in the right direction. Then, suddenly—tap. I jolted, spinning around so fast I nearly lost my balance. A girl stood before me, smiling.

She looked about my age, maybe a little shorter, with wavy brown hair pulled into a loose ponytail. Large glasses framed her hazel eyes, giving her a bookish, intelligent look. “Hi,” she said, her voice warm and friendly.

She stretched out a hand. “My name is Lisa. You’re Velora Sinclair, right?” I blinked, thrown off by how confidently she said my name.

“…Yes,” I said slowly, hesitating before shaking her hand. “H-how do you know my name?”

Lisa tilted her head, amused. “I’ve been assigned to you… as your orientation guide?” She gave me a pointed look, as if waiting for recognition to dawn. It didn’t. I had no idea Crestmoor even had orientation guides.

“Oh,” I said, feeling slightly stupid. “Right. That makes sense.” Lisa grinned. “Don’t worry, it’s my job to make sure you don’t get lost in this maze of a school. Ready for the grand tour?”

I glanced back at the students still watching me, then at Lisa’s easygoing smile. Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have to navigate this place alone. Lisa didn’t wait for me to respond before turning on her heel.

“Come on,” she said, motioning for me to follow. “Might as well rip the band-aid off now and get familiar with the place.”

I hesitated for only a second before trailing after her, my steps echoing lightly against the polished floors.

“So,” Lisa began, gesturing broadly as we walked, “welcome to Crestmoor Academy, where the tuition costs more than most people’s mortgage, and the students either inherit their wealth or plan to take over the world.”

I snorted. “That supposed to make me feel better?” She shot me a teasing grin. “A little humor never hurts.”

We turned down a long hallway lined with tall windows, sunlight streaming in and illuminating the gold accents on the crown molding.

Lisa pointed to a set of ornate double doors ahead. “This is the main assembly hall. It’s where they hold school-wide meetings, guest lectures, and occasionally, very dramatic student council debates.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Dramatic?” Lisa nodded seriously. “You’d be surprised how intense rich kids get over things like themed galas and club budgets.”

I tried not to laugh, but the mental image was too good. Lisa continued, leading me toward an open courtyard. Students lounged on benches and under trees, some chatting, others absorbed in books or tablets.

A few had Crestmoor’s signature blazers slung over their shoulders like fashion statements.

“To your left is the library,” Lisa said, gesturing to an imposing, multi-story building with towering arched windows. “It’s got every book you could ever need, plus private study rooms and a restricted section.”

“Restricted?” I asked.

Lisa smirked. “For ‘advanced research.’ Or, if you believe the rumors, old school secrets that only a select few get to access.” That piqued my interest, but before I could ask more, she tugged me toward another path.

“Over there is the science wing, where future doctors and engineers are basically grown in a lab,” she continued. “And if you look past the fountain, you’ll see the art studio and music hall. Some of the students here have actual record deals.”

I shook my head, half in disbelief. “Of course they do.” She grinned. “And now, for the fun stuff.” We crossed a stone bridge leading to the sports facilities. The first thing I noticed was the massive Olympic-sized swimming pool, shimmering under the afternoon sun.

“Crestmoor has one of the best swim teams in the country,” Lisa said. “They’ve won state championships for the past five years.”

Beyond the pool was a pristine basketball court, where a few students were casually practicing shots.

Even from here, I could tell they were good—effortless in the way they moved. “And that’s the gym, track field, and tennis courts,” Lisa added, pointing further down. “Athletes here are basically celebrities. If you’re on a team, you’ve already earned status points.”

I exhaled slowly, taking it all in. This wasn’t just a school—it was a kingdom, and I was definitely an outsider.

Lisa must have noticed my expression because she nudged me lightly. “Feeling overwhelmed yet?”

I let out a short laugh. “A little.” She grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. And hey, if you ever need an escape, there’s always the Astronomy Club. They mostly just stargaze and avoid drama.”

I considered that. “That actually sounds… nice.”

Lisa beamed. “Then I’ll introduce you later.”

As we continued the tour, I felt the weight on my shoulders ease just a little. Maybe Crestmoor was intimidating. Maybe I still felt like I didn’t belong. But at least, for now, I wasn’t alone.

As we walked past the sports fields, Lisa glanced at me, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“So, just so you know, you’re not completely alone here,” she said casually. I blinked. “What do you mean?”

Lisa shrugged. “There are a few of us scholarship students. Not many, but enough that we stick together. It helps, you know? Navigating all… this.”

She gestured vaguely at the towering buildings, the expensive cars, the students walking around like they owned the world. That caught my attention.

“So you’re a scholarship student too?” Lisa grinned. “Yep. And so are my friends. I’ll introduce you to them later. We look out for each other.”

A strange sense of relief settled over me. I wasn’t the only outsider here. Before I could respond, a sudden shift in the atmosphere made me pause.

The chatter in the courtyard dipped, replaced by hushed whispers and an almost electric tension.

Lisa let out a groan. “Oh, great. Here they come. The Blackwood twins.”

I followed her gaze toward the main hallway entrance, where the crowd of students had inexplicably parted, creating a clear path like something out of a movie. Then I saw them.

Two tall figures strode into the hallway with effortless confidence, their presence commanding instant attention. Lisa leaned in slightly.

“Those,” she said in a low voice, “are Killian and Kael Blackwood. The unofficial rulers of Crestmoor Academy.”

The twins aren’t identical, but you don’t need a sorcerer to see they are brothers—they resemble each other too much to mistake it.

Killian, on the left, had a sharp, brooding intensity about him. His jet-black hair was styled just messy enough to look effortless, and his stormy gray eyes scanned the crowd with calculated indifference. He carried himself like he was always one step ahead of everyone else—like he already knew the outcome of any situation before it even happened.

Kael, on the right, had a more easygoing demeanor, but there was something just as dangerous in his smirk. His features were equally flawless, but his piercing blue eyes held a mischievous glint, as if he thrived on chaos.

I swallowed, unable to look away.

“My god. Why are they so beautiful?"

Lisa giggled, shaking her head. “I know, it’s offensive. Like, leave some attractiveness for the rest of us, you know?... It’s like they were genetically engineered in some secret bi