Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother

Saint watched the principal pace from the corner of his eyes in frustration and when he paused to look at them, he averted his gaze elsewhere with his head still bent. He had a few injuries on his face. Nicholas on the other hand couldn't care less. He was seated next to Saint, his arms spread away with his legs crossed. His nose had dry bloodstains but he seemed to be unbothered by them. A lollipop was in his mouth which he played with as they both awaited the principal's lecture. The man who was in his early fifties appeared stressed. He adjusted his glasses and his tie in order, flung the hem of his suit jacket before taking a seat. "Gentlemen, what was that show you put on in public?" He started. "Did you two forget that this is a school? How could you have created such a disturbance?" Nicholas eyed him, causing dread to rush down the spine of the Principal. "I'd advise you to mind the way you speak to me if you'd like to go home with your tongue still in your mouth." T

Saint was about to look away grudgingly when Nicholas's towel lowered itself and then fell to the floor, revealing a tattoo. His gaze snagged on it before he could even stop himself. The tattoo rested low on Nicholas's back, directly above his waist. The design climbed the base of his spine in elegant black lines. Sharp points and sweeping curves intertwined around a narrow central shape that resembled a watchful eye. Thorn-like flourishes stretched outward before curling back in on themselves, giving the impression of something dangerous held barely under control. It was strange how the tattoo fit him perfectly. It was beautiful in the same way a venomous snake was. The kind of thing that warned you to keep your distance while still making you want to step closer anyway. For a moment, Saint forgot they were supposed to hate each other. That was...until Nicholas jumped suddenly while wearing his grey sweatpants. Saint gulped and looked away quickly, afraid to be caught while Nichol

Nicolas got back to the room later than usual with his jacket slung over one shoulder. Since the door was unlocked, it only meant his roomie was around but he was nowhere in sight. He was whistling a tune and was about to call out for Saint when he heard the water running from the bathroom. His lips curled up after that. He threw his jacket on the couch and made his way there. He should have knocked but he didn't. Instead, he pushed the door open with the same lazy confidence he did everything else, expecting to startle Saint into yelling at him but instead, he stopped mid-step. Saint was under the water, his back turned against him, unaware he had company. His head tipped back a little and steam curled around him. For a second, Nicolas forgot every smart remark sitting on his tongue. He had never seen Saint naked before. He was just too cautious around him, covering up for whatever reason it was. So this was a one time thing. He just stared, taking in every line of Saint's should

Saint woke up to a movement beside him. It was sharp, jerking and just too unnatural for him to ignore. For a second, he thought it was an earthquake, some kind of tremor shaking the whole bed, until his eyes adjusted to the dark and he realized it was just Nicolas, except that it wasn't 'just' Nicolas in his usual way. Saint turned on the lights, feeling agitated and was about to start lashing at him but paused, only to find Nicolas's face twisted into something Saint had never seen on him before. His brows were pulled tight, jaw clenched and sweat beading along his hairline despite the cool air from the vent above them. His chest rose and fell too fast, like he was running from something even in his sleep. "Nicolas?" Saint sat up, unsure if he should shake him or let him be. "Hey." He tried again but there was no response, just a broken whimper that didn't belong to the version of Nicolas that Saint knew. That version where he carried this insufferable smug on his face, never l

Saint lay stiff on his side of the bed with his eyes fixed on the wall, pretending badly to be asleep. The clock on the nightstand had crossed midnight nearly an hour ago and the space beside him remained cold and untouched. He told himself it didn't matter. There was no need to get too worried as Nicolas was probably out doing whatever reckless, arrogant things people like him did at this hour which could be either drinking, causing trouble, charming his way into places he shouldn't be. None of it was Saint's concern and it shouldn't be but yet, his eyes kept drifting to the door. At some point, he reached for his phone, thumb hovering over the contacts app before he remembered, with mild irritation at himself, that he didn't even have Nicolas's number. They'd been living together for weeks and somehow that basic detail had never come up. He tossed the phone onto the sheets and stared at the ceiling instead, telling himself this was ridiculous. He wasn't Nicolas's keeper. By h