Those Two Guys Tv Tropes Novels & Stories

Two guys visible through the glass. They were big. Tall, broad, the kind of built that comes from lifting heavy things for fun. One had dark hair pulled back in a messy knot, a short beard framing his jaw, sleeves rolled up to show thick forearms covered in black ink. The other had a buzz cut, silver hoops in both ears, shoulders so wide they looked almost cartoonish. Both wore plain black t-shirts that clung in all the right places. They looked like they’d walked straight out of one of those over-the-top p**n scenes I sometimes watched alone at 2 a.m. when I was too restless to sleep—exaggerated, too handsome, too confident, the kind of guys who made your pulse jump just by existing in the

“Thea! Don’t look now, but those two guys at the bar have been staring at you for the last ten minutes. Like, intensely.” Thea’s gaze flicked across the space. There they were, two identical men, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp jawlines and dark, tousled hair. Even from a distance, their identical features were striking. They raised their glasses in a silent toast, smirks playing on their lips. Thea giggled, heat already blooming low in her belly. “Twins. They are so cute. That's dangerous.” Her other friend, Lena, whispered back. “Which one will you pick?” she asked.

Of all the girls he could have? I heard his low voice. “I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” I turned around to snap at him, scoffing at how low he’d stopped. “You’re sorry? Really? I caught you having sex with Daphne? Wait— did she put you both under a spell or something?” I didn’t understand what was going on. Daphne Williams had both brothers in a chokehold. Hina claimed that I was the one tearing her sons apart, when in reality— it was none other than that evil woman, Daphne.

The couple life of Trevor and Max grew more intimate, sweeter, and more real day by day. They were undoubtedly a loving couple who made people everywhere they were seen green with envy. The fact that Trevor was not marked yet was also the most talked-about topic among people who knew the couple. There were many theories, from the most ridiculous, like Max not really being an Alpha, to the more concrete, like Trevor not being sure and not wanting to be marked yet. Either way, the happy couple could not make much of it because only they knew how they felt and how much they loved each other.

A shrieking scream from the second guy. “You would sacrifice yourselves to hide his identity, you are here being tortured and cut into pieces while he survives off your suffering.” I screamed at them. “He is using you and yet you are all to blind to see it, you would die for him but would he do the same for you?” Another annoying laugh from both of them this time, even though blood was flowing freely from the second guy’s hand were fingers once were. “And once again, he is steps above you.” Instantly, they stared coughing up foams on foams until their heads fell lifeless to the other side of the chai.

It was probably taken when they were in high school because they looked very young in the picture. "Don't stare too much," Asher said as he walked toward where I was, making me shift my attention from the picture to him. "I wasn't looking at you," I told him with a look of disgust. He smiled. "How can you even tell if I'm not the one you were looking at?" I frowned at him, then glanced back at the frame. For one annoying second, I realized he was right. They were identical twins. Same height. Same jawline. Same dark eyes. Even the careless way he stood had traces of Luke in it, only rougher, darker... more dangerous.

Obsessive Lover: Bodyguard Psychiatrist or Therapist Business Tycoon with control issues Ex-Military or Mercenary Cop/Detective with a fixation on their love interest I sigh, shaking my head. “I like the obsessive lover trope, but this list feels too... safe. There’s no real darkness. I want something darker than just an obsession.” Jenni nods and moves on, her pen flying across the page. Anti-Hero Criminals: Arms Dealer Underground Fighter Thief or Master Con Artist Gang Leader Corrupt Politician I burst out laughing at “Corrupt Politician” and cross it out. “No way. Too realistic, and not in a fun way.”

"Then tell me what's true, Dare. Because I can't keep guessing which version of you I'm dealing with — the one who threatens my job to get me into a dress, or the one who just looked like the ground had opened up under him because some woman touched my wrist." He crossed the room in three strides, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to hold his gaze, the way I always did lately, like some part of me had already surrendered the physical space between us even while the rest of me was still fighting. "Both versions are true," he said. "That's the problem." His eyes moved over my face like he was memorizing something he wasn't allowed to keep. "I use whatever leverage I have to keep you

Two guys at the far end of the bar. One tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair shaved on the sides, wearing a leather vest over bare skin. Tattoos curling over his pecs. The other shorter but thicker—muscle under a layer of softness, ginger beard, wearing a tight white tank that left nothing to the imagination. They were laughing, shoulders touching, hands casual on each other’s thighs. Perfect, he said in my head. Look how easy they are with each other. No shame. No pretending.

“Is… that possible?” Halvar let out a long breath and sat across from me. “No spell can fake a mate bond, Mina. That bond is ancient—far older than the magic created by witches or the old bloodlines. But two mates? That is rare.” “So you mean… Rue wasn’t completely wrong?” “She was wrong to accuse you,” he said firmly. “But she was right that this isn’t normal. Two mates… it’s extremely rare. But not impossible.” I frowned, a dull ache forming in my chest. “Why me?”