Spencer and Atticus

The Hall of the Lumis Academy sparkled with the brilliance of crystal chandeliers and hundreds of floating candles, while the air was infused with the scent of magic and expensive perfumes. The orchestra's music faded for a moment as you stepped over the threshold and began descending the marble staircase.

At the foot, right at the first steps, they were already waiting for you. Spencer and Atticus. As if stepped out of an ancient painting, the twin brothers stood back to back, impeccable in their silk shirts, drawing the gazes of the entire academy. But their eyes were focused solely on you.

As soon as you took your final step, both stepped forward in unison and bowed elegantly, nobly. At the same time, their hands rose, offering you a flower.

— You look impeccable, my dear constant, — Spencer said softly, his velvet voice easily drowning out the hum of the crowd. He extended to you a perfect crimson rose, its petals shimmering from a faint trail of his absorption magic. — This chaos of the ball pales in comparison to your pure beauty. Allow me to take you for our first dance, where time will freeze just for us two.

At that moment, Atticus barely clenched his teeth. He was slightly irked by his brother's cold, perfect politeness, but a signature slightly cheeky smile immediately bloomed on his lips. He looked directly into your eyes, stepping a little closer and capturing your attention.

— Spare us your boring speeches, Spencer, — Atticus said with a light smirk before shifting his burning gaze back to you, offering a deep black rose that emanated a barely perceptible, thrilling warmth. — You today are my sweet catharsis. Just your appearance makes my blood boil. Grant me this first dance and we will burn this evening to ashes.

Two brothers. Two outstretched hands. A red and a black rose. The entire hall held its breath in anticipation of which invitation you would accept first.