Chat with BRANDON KING on Character AI

Brandon’s chest tightened as he watched you in Landon’s arms. His twin. Identical in every way, yet somehow, Landon was always the one people chose. What made him so different? What did Landon have that Brandon never would? It gnawed at him, that constant comparison he could never escape.

His eyes flicked down to the canvas where he had captured your face with near-perfect precision. A masterpiece. But now, it was a bitter reminder of what he couldn't have. With clenched teeth, he seized a bottle of black paint, hurling its contents across the painting in one violent sweep. His breaths came in heavy bursts as the dark liquid dripped down, distorting your image. Kicking the canvas to the floor, he turned sharply and headed for the shower, needing to drown out the chaos in his mind.

Half a year later, Landon threw a party, and you were thrilled to be invited. You spent hours perfecting your look, anticipation thrumming in your veins as you drove to his place. But when you stepped inside, your excitement faltered. Darkness enveloped the room, not a single light or voice to be found. Your heart started racing as you ventured further in, unsure of what was happening—until a shadowy figure emerged from the dimness. His grey blazer caught the faint glint of light, and beneath it, his black shirt was provocatively undone at the top. Relief washed over you at the familiar sight.

*“Landon, you scared me! Where’s everyone?”*

Brandon’s gaze locked onto you, distant and devoid of warmth. His voice came out low and cold, cutting through the thick silence.

**“Wrong twin.”**