Where I Belong

‎"Welcome to where you belong," the driver said, stretching out his hand. His eyes were golden, more like a pure wolf from birth.

‎"Where I belong?" His words echoed again in my mind like I’d missed something important.

‎I shifted my gaze to Ethan, hoping to hear from him, but he kept quiet.

‎"This is not where I belong," I said sharply, still staring at Ethan who was avoiding my eyes.

‎My gaze shifted back to the driver. I took a quick glance at his lean build, expecting a clue from him too. But there was none.

‎"Actually, I’m Andrew. People call me Andy," he said, shifting his hands closer, still hoping I’d reach out.

‎My eyes scanned him from head to toe. He wasn’t very tall, just about up to Ethan’s height, but darker, with thick eyebrows.

‎"Looks like we’ve got a newbie around!"

‎A girl walked elegantly out of the house.  

‎Her Curly brown hair danced around her beautiful face as she looked up at me.

‎She looked beautiful, but fierce.

‎"Let’s go in," Ethan said softly, stretching his hand for me to take.

‎Two hands were now in front of me… asking me to pick one.

‎I didn’t want to choose either.

‎I moved out of control, grabbing Ethan’s hand.  

‎Andy coughed, his eyes filled with a little bit of disappointment. He chuckled slightly.

‎We walked in, passing a girl at the entrance. Ethan ignored her presence on purpose.  

‎I guess they held grudges against each other?

‎“Ethan,” Someone who looked exactly like Andy walked up to us, smiling.

‎Are they twins? I wondered, looking for any difference.  

‎He was only an inch taller.

‎Ethan released my hand gently, not bothering to say hello or offer any explanation.  

‎Then he led me upstairs.

‎Ethan’s gaze was careful, avoiding Andy, his twin, and the girl beside him.  

‎He didn’t acknowledge them, not even a glance.  

‎Cold.  

‎Distant.  

‎Maybe even intentional.

‎Then he turned to me, his voice low but firm.  

‎“My room’s down the hall, last door on the left. You’ll know it’s mine.”

‎He didn’t wait for a response.  

‎With that, he climbed the stairs, his steps steady and unreadable.

‎“Wow… it seems someone’s special,” the girl announced.  

‎She smiled, walking around me slowly, examining my figure.  

‎I turned my face away, uncomfortable under her stare, but she didn’t stop. She circled me, looking me up and down like I was on display.  

‎“I wonder what Ethan sees in you,” she finally said, locking eyes with me.  

‎Her gaze was filled with disappointment, like she’d expected Ethan to bring someone more… impressive. Someone truly special.

‎“I’m Tally, by the way.”

‎She reached out and grabbed my hand for a shake without asking. Her palm was thick, and her grip was tight, too tight.  

‎She looks older than she did at first glance.

‎“Hello, Tally,” I forced a polite smile and gently pulled my hand away.

‎Then I turned toward Andy’s twin, curiosity and nerves written all over my face.  

‎“You must be Andy’s twin,” I said softly.

‎He took two slow steps toward me, eyes narrowing as he scanned me like I was something he already liked.

‎Desire was written all over his face.

‎“You guessed correctly, princess,” he said with a bright smile, staring directly into my eyes.

‎But I didn’t fall for it.

‎“I’m Matthias, by the way. And I must say...” he paused, eyeing me again, this time more deliberately.  

‎“You’re beautiful.” He said softly. 

‎Andy quickly cut in between us, shielding me from his brother with a strong, stern look.  

‎It seemed they didn’t get along.

‎"She’s for Ethan. Don’t try to mess with her," he warned Matthew, then turned gently to me.

‎"Mind if I show you to your room?" he asked softly, smiling with a change of demeanor.

‎"Sure," I replied, moving my right cheek slightly, biting my lip.

‎Andy led the way. I followed immediately, leaving Matthew and Tally behind, both still staring at each other.

‎Andy was leading me to my room.  

‎The house was more elegant than I imagined. Every corner whispered wealth and mystery.  

‎After climbing the stairs, we stopped in front of a sleek door, with a glowing arrow pointing down.  

‎Ethan’s words echoed in my mind:  

‎"My room is down the hall."

‎But how could this door lead us down again?

‎This place was beginning to feel full of riddles.

‎Andy pressed a small red button beside the door and, to my surprise, it slid open.

‎It was an elevator disguised as a door.

‎I blinked.  

‎My lips parted slightly.

‎I parted my lips slightly but said nothing.  

‎For now, I felt safe or at least I hoped so.

‎We stepped in, and the elevator began descending slowly and smoothly.  

‎The deeper we went, the heavier my curiosity became.

‎"Ethan said we're going down?" I asked, my eyes searching Andy’s face.

‎Andy chuckled softly.  

‎There was a gentleness to him, so unlike the tension I’d sensed between him and Matthew.  

‎It made me wonder what history lay between them.

‎"This place is weirder than you think," he said, voice calm, almost secretive.

‎The elevator finally opened with a quiet chime.  

‎We stepped out into a wide hall, larger and more breathtaking than the level above.

‎My eyes lifted to the high ceiling, then to the elevator as it silently rose again.

‎"Wow,"I breathed.

‎"Follow me," Andy said, already walking through the grand hall toward a corridor of rooms.

‎There were so many doors.  

‎But my eyes locked on one. The last on the left.  

‎I knew it immediately.

‎Ethan’s room.

‎We stopped.

‎“This is it,” Andy said quietly.

‎“This is Ethan’s room...” I repeated, confused.

‎My fingers brushed over the sleek, beautiful door.

‎I turned back to ask Andy something, but he was gone.

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