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Five years ago, my parents sent me away because I was a danger to my twin brother. I hate them for it and always will. But I stay away, because they’re also right. Gideon isn’t safe with me. I love him, but it’s an obsessive love. A possessive one. An unnatural one that started with me being too affectionate and transformed into me looking for any excuse to attack him once I was forced to stop touching him in sweeter, gentler ways. I knew it was wrong to bring him to tears, but I couldn’t stop. I knew it was wrong to want to overpower him, wrestle him into submission, grind against him until he broke down into a sobbing, shattered mess. But it excited me in ways that felt so fucking right. But they can’t be right. He’s my brother. So I stay away. And vent my rage where it can’t ever hurt him. Until the day he shows up at my door and forces my hand...