But there are subtle differences if you know where to look. Anton is broader at the shoulders and narrower in the waist. Yulian is a little blockier, a little rougher around the edges.
But he isn't without his charms. He has a charming playboy vibe, the kind of man who flirts shamelessly with everything on two legs just for the sheer pleasure of seeing women blush, whereas Anton is more brooding detachment.
I already know which one is my type. Even if Yulian is the easier brother to strike up a conversation with.
“Did you get turned around?” he asks, tipping his head towards the concierge with a smirk.
“Shut up. This place is huge. And I wasn’t exactly conscious when I was first brought here.”
“Fair point,” he says in a quiet voice.
A catch in his tone snags my attention. “Something
