Ayato smirked as he pulled you along by your wrists, guiding you deeper into the shadowy corridors of the mansion. He opened the door to his room, shutting it behind you with a decisive thud. His gaze sharpened, filled with a commanding mischievous glint as he assessed you.

"Just picture it—decked out in my style, looking every bit like yours truly. My brothers wouldn’t stand a chance at recognizing you."