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The Third Room [MxM]
Noah Rowe is not here to fall in love. He's here to disappear.
After a humiliating collapse abroad, Noah transfers to a cold, prestigious university tucked into an old European town - a place where ambition hums beneath every cobblestone and secrets rot beneath stained-glass windows. He plans to keep to himself, finish his degree, and leave untouched.
But then he sees them.
Adrian and Elián: the twins. They move like smoke and speak like dreams. They share everything - their clothes, their stories, their lovers. One dominates. One disarms. Together, they watch the world like wolves on the edge of hunger.
At first, they don't even look at him.
That's the last time Noah breathes easy.
As the twins begin to orbit his life, Noah is drawn into a slow spiral of obsession, intimacy, and psychological unraveling. The line between seduction and control blurs. Every truth becomes a test. Every choice, a trap.
Because the twins don't want to love him.
They want to keep him.
And Noah, despite everything, might want to be kept.
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Chapter: Chapter 5Morning didn’t feel like morning.It felt like light forcing itself through a wound.Noah blinked awake slowly, one hand still curled in the sheets like he’d been gripping something all night. The room was cold. His body ached in strange places — not muscles, not bones. Just… him.For a moment he didn’t move.Just lay there, trying to remember if he’d dreamed.He couldn’t.But he felt the residue.Like something had pressed against his spine while he slept.He sat up too fast.The room tilted.His vision narrowed — then snapped back.He blinked until the walls stopped breathing.Then stood.Routine.That was the plan.He peeled off yesterday’s clothes and stepped into the shower. Let it run too hot. Let the steam scrape his skin. Closed his eyes until the water sounded like static.Got dressed in layers.Grey shirt. Black sweater. Denim over that.Protection.He made coffee.Didn’t drink it.Tied his boots.Untied them again just to feel his hands doing something.By the time he left
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
Chapter: Chapter 4Noah built his day like a trap.Not for anyone else.Just for himself.He laid it out in long, empty paths, timed to avoid doorways and crowds. Woke up before the sun, dressed in the half-light, and didn’t check his phone. Took the back route behind the biology labs — the one lined with cracked pavement and condensation-slick walls. Cold air pressed under his collar and smelled like copper and wet moss.He didn’t care.He cared too much.His breath fogged faintly in the chill, and he told himself: They won’t see you if you don’t look.This is fine.You’re fine.Avoidance wasn’t weakness.It was discipline.And discipline meant control.He kept his head down, eyes on bricks, windows, gravel. Refused to let himself glance toward the far staircase in the art wing, where Adrian sometimes stood like a shadow pretending to be a statue. Refused to listen for Elián’s laugh — the kind that slipped sideways through narrow hallways like watercolor smoke.By the time his 10:30 lecture approached
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
Chapter: Chapter 3The classroom was too warm.Not comfortable — stifling. The radiators were old, temperamental things that hissed like animals in pain, and today they were overcompensating for the cold snap outside. The windows had fogged in uneven patches, and Noah kept his eyes on the one nearest him, watching a drop of condensation slide down the glass like it was trying to escape.Professor Marek was mid-lecture, reading from a battered edition of The Waves with that same dry theatricality that made every line sound like a prophecy. Noah wasn't sure if the heat or the lack of sleep was giving him a headache, but something was pulsing low behind his eye, steady and irritating."'Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy,'" Marek read, then glanced up. "Discuss."There was a shuffling of papers, the squeak of a chair adjusting. Somewhere behind him, a girl cleared her throat and launched into a soft-spoken interpretation about Woolf's metaphor of duality — the usual pe
Last Updated: 2025-08-05
Chapter: Chapter 2The seminar room smelled like damp paper and expensive cologne.Noah took the same seat he always did — second row from the back, nearest the window, where the morning light fell in slanted bars across the wooden desks. The discussion today was already in motion when he arrived, and he was grateful for it. He could fade in, invisible as breath on glass.Professor Marek was talking about obsession in literature — again. Or maybe it was longing. Or rot. With him, it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began."Desire doesn't always announce itself," he was saying. "Sometimes it just waits. Watches. Finds the smallest crack and waits for the weather to do the rest."Noah let the words blur.He was flipping through the assigned novel — a thin, creased paperback with an unsettling cover — when the door opened.The room didn't go silent. Not quite. But it shifted, like something under the surface had realigned.They walked in without speaking. Elián first this time, head bowed sli
Last Updated: 2025-08-05
Chapter: Chapter 1Noah stepped off the train like a man being returned to a crime scene.The platform was half-swallowed by fog, the kind that made the city feel half-formed. Stone buildings jutted like ribs from the hillside above the tracks, and bells from the nearby cathedral rang a minute too late, like the town couldn't quite commit to time. His suitcase bumped behind him as he walked, wheels useless against the slick cobbles.The city hadn't changed — of course it hadn't — but it wore itself differently in the winter. Less color. Less sound. Just the whisper of wind between shuttered cafés and the odd dog barking from a balcony above. Noah passed a woman smoking under an archway, her coat fur-lined and expensive. She didn't look at him.That was the first mercy of returning: no one here knew what had happened. Not yet.His building stood on a narrow street behind a university bookstore, part of a row of ancient, leaning apartments that looked like they'd survived a siege or two. Three floors, sto
Last Updated: 2025-08-05
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