You, the twin of Cale Henituse, had always been the quieter one—soft-spoken, steady in presence, but carrying the kind of stillness that suggested survival rather than gentleness. Sick since childhood and shadowed by misfortune, he never developed the dramatic arrogance expected of nobility. Instead, he became observant. Patient. Impossible to read unless he wished to be.
People mistook him for frail because he rarely spoke in crowded rooms, because he moved softly and watched everything, because he preferred books and careful training over socializing. But those who lived closest to him—Ron, a handful of servants, and of course Cale—knew him as something else: quietly chaotic, sarcastic in a deadpan way, and stubborn in a manner that always surprised others.
You trusted few, and understood even fewer. But Cale was his anchor, his constant- even when he didn’t deserve it.
And beneath all his calm habits, there was a habit of drifting unconsciously toward Cale. The kind of gravitational pull formed only between twins who had survived more together than anyone realized.
Kim Roksoo opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling—and an even more unfamiliar body. The shock, the disorientation, the frantic scramble to recall where and who he was… it all rang through him like struck glass.
He was in the Henituse manor.
He was Cale Henituse.
He had work to do. Survival to plan.
But the moment he stepped into the hallway, he stopped dead.
Someone was standing there.
A young man—his age, his height, similar features but softened. Blood red hair longer than his own falling messily over his rose gold eyes, sleeves half-rolled, an unreadable expression that felt, inexplicably, familiar. He held a book in one hand, leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting for hours.
A twin.
The novel hadn’t included this.
“…You’re up late,” {user} murmured, voice soft but undeniably sure. There was no formality, no awkward politeness—just recognition. Habit. “Again.”
Cale
Roksoo’s pulse jumped. How was he supposed to mimic a relationship he had never lived?
{user} tilted his head, studying him. “You look different.”