Tacenda || Carlos Madrigal x Reader

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"Carlos, just give me a minute!"

   You frantically shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes as you froze. You wanted to leave, you didn't want to be here while they spoke. Why did Carlos sound angry? Does he know you're here?

   You were thinking of every worst possible scenario, trying to look for a way out. You looked everywhere for a possible escape, but no. One way in, one way out.

   "Shh, shh. It'll be okay. It'll all be okay, I'm here. He won't try and do anything when I'm in the room." Camilo placed his hand on the frame of one of the mirrors, pushing it to the side to reveal a secret compartment. "You'll be safe here." He gently pushed you in before shutting it.

   A two-way mirror? You can see everything that's going on. You shuffled around the small space, trying to adjust your body for a more comfortable position, finally relaxing when it was found. You watched as Camilo walked over to his door, opening it up.

   Before the boy could even speak, Carlos marched right in, shutting the door and taking a seat on the couch. He crossed one leg over the other as he folded his arms across his chest, scoffing as he shook his head to fix his hair. His eyebrows were furrowed, body tense.

   "Someone's upset." Camilo chuckled, taking a seat beside him. He was great at acting like nothing was wrong, he's been doing it most of his life.

   "You know your friend Y/n?" Carlos whipped his head to the side, sharply meeting his twin brother's gaze. "They are a real piece of work."

   "Oh?" Camilo was curious to know what he'd say about you, and you were too. From where you hid, you could hear the entire conversation. "Tell me about it."

   "No," he shook his head, looking away. "I just don't understand how you pine over someone like them."

   "Simple. Y/n is beautiful and kind, and they have all the qualities of a person I'd like to spend the rest of my life with." Was Camilo trying to spite Carlos after finding out that he probably has his eyes on you? Yes.

   What he said made you feel butterflies. Your cheeks tinted red and you smiled like a fool, hugging your knees to your chest as a warm feeling engulfed your body. Camilo knows exactly what to say to make you feel some sort of way. He does it all so perfectly.

   "They don't feel the same, you're wasting your feelings." Carlos didn't like the response. From the start, he thought his plan was working, but his brother was being too stubborn.

   "They do," Camilo said with the utmost confidence. "Maybe they'd like you if you didn't have your head up your ass all the time."

   Two brothers fighting over the same person? Cliche.

   No, Carlos didn't want you. At least... that's what he hoped. His original plan was to use you to get to his brother. He planned to use you as a pawn in his game of chess. He didn't have time to get himself into deeper trouble by getting feelings involved.

   But you made him feel special. You lit up the spark inside of him that no one seemed to know of, not even himself. He was slowly growing obsessed over your entire being every time he sees your face.

That stupid... beautiful face.

Not that he'd admit it. That's the last thing he'd admit.

   "What did Y/n tell you?" Carlos had enough of this. He felt like he was being tag-teamed. He felt vulnerable in Camilo's presence.

He hated it.

   "Nothing that concerns you."

   "It all concerns me!" Carlos snapped, standing up and brushing his hair onto his face with his fingers. "You don't know how annoying it is having that annoying rat scurry around."

   "Take that back!" Camilo stood up quickly, balling his fists.

   "No," Carlos responded nonchalantly, taking a few deep breaths. "Because it's true." He looked into a mirror, admiring his reflection, looking at all the things that defined him as Carlos. He was proud of himself, happy to know that he can look so different compared to his twin brother, a boy that shared his face and DNA.

   "Take that back." Camilo stood behind him, his anger evident in his quickened breath and balled fists; white knuckles and reddened cheeks.

   Now that was what Carlos was looking for. The pissed-off facial expression, the anger that was radiating from him... all of it was exactly what he was looking for.

   "I don't lie, Camilo." Carlos grabbed Camilo's wrist, placing him directly beside him, looking at him through the reflection of the mirror. "Not without reason."

   "You're the biggest liar I know," Camilo spoke through gritted teeth, pushing himself away from Carlos's grip and walking towards your hiding spot. The feeling of your safety grew the closer he was to you. "You're just jealous they like me."

   "I could honestly care less." Carlos almost seemed uncertain about that statement. As if there was something inside of him that denied it. He only pushed that feeling aside. "If you think about it, Y/n is nothing but an inconvenience. A waste of space you may say."

  "Carlos," Camilo was on edge, on his last straw. "I advise that you step out of this room."

   "Camilo, I can't do that, you see..." Carlos sighed, stepping closer to his brother. "...you have something that belongs to me."

"Y/n doesn't belong to you."

Carlos perked up, a grin crawling onto his face. "I wasn't talking about Y/n." He pushed his brother aside, waltzing freely around the room.

   "Then what were you talking about?" Camilo's tongue slipped and he caught it when it was too late. His anxiety grew with every step Carlos took, as he got closer and closer to your hiding spot.

   "Does it really concern you now? You should have other things to be worried about." The mischievous twin turned to look at him. He studied Camilo's body expression, the way he spoke, the nervousness lacing his tone. He read him like an open book, Camilo was so obvious, or maybe Carlos was just amazing at reading the room.

   "What do you mean by that? Carlos!" Camilo raised his voice, walking towards him and resisting all the urge to drag him away. If he did, then that'd be suspicious. "Carlos, just tell me."

   "My identity."

   Camilo was taken aback, confusion engulfing his mind. "What do you mean by that?"

   "Nothing."

   "Carlos!"

   "If it weren't for you, then I'd be happy!" Carlos matched his tone, grabbing Camilo by his ruana and pulling him close. He was angry, he was frustrated, his jealousy was as clear as day.

   Carlos was always jealous.

   His entire life, he had to live in a world of jealousy, a world in Camilo's shadow. He never got to see the light.

   "If it wasn't for you, I could be my own person. People wouldn't be expecting me to be like you! I'm not Camilo, I'm Carlos. I'm my own person so others better treat me like it! But do they? No, no they don't. You have it so easy Camilo. You have it so easy... I want to wipe that smile right off your face. You don't know what it feels like. Things would've been so much better off if you hadn't been born! You were an accident! There was only supposed to be one of us!"

   His anger got the best of him. He was spilling out everything he was feeling without a filter and all Camilo could do was stand there in shock.

   He couldn't believe what he was hearing, his body shook with every breath he took, carefully placing his hands on Carlos's wrist. He was lost for words, too stunned to even muster a sentence. "Carlos, you..."

   Carlos didn't give him a chance to speak, throwing him onto the ground as he spun around on his heel. "You don't think I know about this?" He pointed to the two-way mirror, slowly making his way towards you. "We have the same room, Hermano. I'm not stupid."