Lily and I are ten now.
To the world, we're known as "The Genius Twins."
Always first in class. Always in sync. Always extraordinary.
They call us "The Angel and the Devil"—Lily with her glowing golden curls, big eyes, and soft smile. Me with my straight black hair, sharp stare, and permanent smirk.
She looks like a storybook princess. I look like the villain who rewrites the ending.
They love her.
They respect me.
And that's how I like it.
We're inseparable—maybe a twin thing, maybe just... us. We do everything together. We take:
Piano lessons Judo (because I'm not trusting the world with her safety) Five languages (six if you count sign language) And we absolutely excel at everything
She's the one who draws people in.
I'm the one who keeps them away.
It was a normal school day. We were laughing with some classmates after solving a riddle in two languages. Lily stood to get something from her backpack to show them.
Then I saw it.
A boy, one of the quieter ones, lifted his phone under her skirt and discreetly took a picture.
He thought no one saw.
He was wrong.
I stood, walked across the room, and blocked his path. He tried to brush past me.
"You. Get out of the—"
Before he could finish, I used a clean judo sweep and had him face-down on the floor in two seconds.
I snatched the phone from his hand.
The room went silent.
The principal's Office—Again
We were becoming regulars.
This time, the boy was already crying.
"She hit me! She stole my phone!"
Lily sat beside me, calm as ever. I signed what happened to her, and her eyes widened.
She turned to the director.
"He harassed me. My sister saw him."
I looked at the director and said clearly:
"There are cameras in the classroom. Use them."
The boy froze.
Yeah, idiot. There are cameras.
Our parents arrived first.
Then his.
But this time, there was no screaming match.
His parents were humble, ashamed, and apologetic.
They begged forgiveness. Promised therapy. No social media. Manners classes. Respect training.
Aurora was stone-faced.
"You're not getting the phone back. I'll be analyzing its contents in five minutes."
Our fathers stood silently—tall, well-dressed, menacing.
The boy tried to look me in the eyes.
But Dorian stepped between us and stared him down with such icy precision, the kid wilted like wet paper.
I'm gonna learn how to do that stare one day. I swear it.
The boy was suspended, temporarily expelled.
His parents accepted the punishment with bowed heads.
Once we left the school building, Lily wrapped her arms around me tightly.
"Sel, you always save me."
I smirked.
"Tight hugs make it hard to breathe."
Our mom smiled.
"Selene, you really are a good sister."
I turned to Caelum and said dryly:
"I want more land as a reward."
He rolled his eyes.
"Fine."
I'm still beefing with him. And winning.
Dorian ruffled my hair, which I barely tolerated, and added:
"You girls have earned a spa day. I'll book it."
Victory.
Again.