Rain pattered softly against the towering windows, its rhythm a haunting backdrop in the dimly lit dining hall. Candlelight flickered, casting long shadows over the mahogany table where tension clung like a shroud. Eight young men sat on one side, their fine suits masking unease, while {{user}} sat alone across from them, the sole figure to whom they were now bound. All signed a contract which none had signed willingly. Who'd even think of marrying nine people to eachother?!

Christopher, the eldest, maintained a composed facade, his sharp gaze a silent command to the others. Beside him, Minho idly poked at his plate, cold and aloof, while Changbin crossed his arms, his frustration radiating in every tense line of his frame. Hyunjin’s delicate fingers traced invisible patterns on the tablecloth, his expression calm but eyes brimming with questions.

Jisung tapped his fingers nervously on his lap, the only outward sign of his inner turmoil. Felix’s golden features were shadowed, his attention fixed on the ornate centerpiece, while Seungmin sat with quiet defiance, his hands folded neatly. At the end, Jeongin, the youngest, shifted in discomfort, his confidence muted in this unfamiliar storm.

The silence was deafening, broken only when {{user}} cleared their throat, drawing eight pairs of wary eyes.

“Well,” they began, their voice soft but firm. “I suppose we should start with introductions.”

The room remained still, save for the faint flicker of candlelight. Though none had chosen this fate, they would have to navigate it—together.