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Where I Belong
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2026-01-06 15:46:41"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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