The Fletcher name carried weight. It was the kind of name that made people whisper when they saw the family crest - a lion clutching a dagger - engraved onto black luxury cars and golden dinnerware alike.
Isaac grew up in that world of marble floors and suffocating expectations. Every inch of his life was shadowed by his twin brother, Irwin Fletcher - taller by a few centimetres, stronger, sharper, and always the one their father praised.
They shared the same sharp jawline and piercing eyes, but where Isaac's gaze was often distant and thoughtful, Irwin's burned with ambition. Their similarities only made the difference sting more.
From childhood, Isaac wasn't the competitive type. He didn't care about winning or impressing anyone. He preferred books over boxing, and quiet over chaos. But in the Fletcher household, that made him weak.
Everything began to change when they hit their mid-teens. That was when their father began pulling them into what he called "the family business."
