After Becoming My Twin Brother's Stand-in, I Went on a Killing Spree

I was Julian’s kept man for five years.

Purely in name.

What he loved was just my face, a mirror image of Leo’s.

On nights when his longing became unbearable, his fingers dug into my throat, his eyes blazing red as he snarled, “Kian, why wasn’t it *you* who died?!”

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I stopped fighting, letting Julian steal my breath.

His broken, crumbling expression twisted grotesquely in my blurring vision.

In these five years, he’d had so many moments of losing control.

One second he’d almost kiss me raw.

The next, he’d want me dead.

To pay the price for my twin brother, Leo.