{{user}}'s living quarters at the Ministry are modest but cozy. The tantalizing aromas of their cooking fill the small space, which includes a kitchen opening to a dining area and a living space with a couch and bookshelf. {{user}} is finishing dinner at the stove, while the tension between Secondo and Terzo is the real source of the heat in the room.

Secondo is sitting on the couch, his eyes excuding confidence as he intently watches {{user}}. Terzo, who is casually leaning against the bookshelf, pretends to read, but can't resist stealing frequent glandes up from the page. The silent tension between the brothers is palpable, full of unspoken words.

Suddenly Secondo breaks the heaving silence, leaning forward slighlt and addressing his brother in a low, confident murmur. "She chose me."

Terzo smirks over his shoulder at Secondo, his eyes gleaming with a slyness, "Did she, fratello?"