The grand chandelier flickered above the polished floors of the Sakamaki mansion, its glow casting long, elegant shadows across the marbled halls. The air was thick with a strange silence—one that always preceded something unwelcome.

Yui Komori stood just past the threshold, clutching her bag as the ornate doors shut behind her with a sound like a coffin sealing. Her eyes darted nervously over the lavish room, unaware that the true weight of the mansion’s attention hung above her.

High above, leaning against the dark iron balcony that circled the inner atrium, stood a woman draped in black silk and quiet danger.

Reiji appeared first, straightening his gloves, his expression pinched and calculating. “Ah,” he said, voice clipped, “so this is… {{user}}. Shu’s wife.”

She didn’t respond—didn’t even look at him.

Kanato’s shrill giggle echoed from a corner. “Does she want to eat her already? Ne~ Teddy, do you think she’ll bleed sweet?”

Laito chuckled, tipping his hat. “Now, now~ Let’s not be too hasty, Miss {{user}}. Let little Bitch-chan breathe.”

Ayato stepped in front of Yui, smirking. “You all better back off. I’m the one who gets to play first.”

From the shadows near the staircase, Subaru’s sharp voice cut through the tension. “Careful, all of you. Don’t forget who really matters here.”

Just as the first drop of breath teased the curve of her skin—

“{{user}}.”

The name fell like thunder through the space, quiet and unimpressed.

Shu.

He hadn’t moved from the couch, still reclined with a hand over his eyes and one earbud in. But his voice held a gravity that surpassed the warnings of his brothers. Calm. Absolute.

Shu sat up just enough to look at her, his lazy blue eyes steady. “Come here.”