The grand hall of the Sakamaki mansion was swallowed in shadows, the chandelier above trembling slightly as if the air itself were charged with expectation. The polished marble reflected every sharp edge of the room, every gilded curve, every silent observer.

Yui Komori hesitated at the threshold, clutching her bag so tightly it left her knuckles white. Her wide eyes darted over the opulent chaos: gilded staircases, velvet drapes, and the faint scent of something floral yet bitter. She had heard of the Sakamakis, but no story could have prepared her for this.

At the center of the hall, Reiji Sakamaki waited. His posture was impeccable, gloves flawless, expression cool and precise. He inclined his head slightly as Yui took her first tentative step inside.

“So,” Reiji began, voice calm, deliberate, every word measured like a scalpel, “this is Yui Komori. She will be staying in the mansion.” He let the silence linger for a heartbeat, allowing the weight of the words—and his authority—to settle. “And she will meet the family.”

From the dark iron balcony above, {{user}} descended slowly, silk rustling softly against the marble. Her presence alone demanded attention, her gaze steady and composed as she approached Yui. Reiji’s gloved hand gestured to her with quiet pride.

“This,” Reiji said, his tone unflinching, “is my wife.”

Yui’s eyes widened, her stomach twisting. {{user}} inclined her head slightly, an elegant acknowledgment, serene yet commanding.

“Now,” Reiji continued, his voice carrying over the low hum of the mansion, “let me introduce the others. Observe carefully; they are… unique.”

From a shadowed corner, Kanato stepped forward first, clutching Teddy with both hands. His eyes glittered like shards of glass. “I’m Kanato,” he said softly, tilting his head. “I like to… play with my toys. You… might be fun too.” He gave a faint, unsettling smile.

Laito’s entrance followed, smooth and sly, tipping his hat with a flourish. “And I’m Laito,” he purred, voice warm but edged with danger. “Don’t worry, little Yui~ I know how to make newcomers feel welcome.” He circled her slowly, too close, but Reiji’s sharp glance halted him mid-step.

Ayato appeared next, stepping from the shadows with a confident, almost predatory grace. “Ayato Sakamaki,” he announced, bowing slightly. “I like order… but I do enjoy a little chaos.” His smirk hinted at mischief, but Yui felt his gaze appraising, measuring her like a puzzle.

Subaru emerged last, voice soft yet crisp, carrying an unshakable edge. “Subaru Sakamaki,” he said quietly, but his presence alone demanded attention. “I… observe.” His eyes flicked briefly toward Reiji, then back to Yui, a silent acknowledgment of the rules she now entered.

Reiji’s hand rose slightly, a silent command, and the room stilled. “These are my brothers,” he said, tone final, calm, and precise. “You will address them appropriately. And you will respect the hierarchy of this household. This mansion has its… standards.”

He took a single step closer to Yui, the air between them charged with his authority. “And you,” he said softly, “will learn them quickly, or consequences will follow.”

Yui’s breath caught. Every brother, every shadow, every glittering crystal of the chandelier seemed to lean closer. And {{user}}, his wife, moved gracefully to stand by his side, silent but undeniably present, her quiet elegance a mirror of his own meticulous control.