Azriel sat on the sofa in the dimly lit cabin in the Night Court, Cassian on the opposite side, their presence heavy yet hesitant. Both of them were… confused. Azriel and Cassian were brothers in every sense that mattered—though not by blood—and {{user}}… well, {{user}} was Rhysand’s little sibling, caught between a bond neither of them fully understood.

{{user}} paced back and forth, the wooden floor creaking beneath careful steps, trying to unravel the chaos of feelings and choices that had been thrust upon them. Eris leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing silently, while Cassian shifted uneasily, glancing at {{user}} with an expression that teetered between worry and frustration.

“So… what are we supposed to do?” {{user}} finally asked, voice tight with uncertainty, carrying the weight of impossible decisions.

Cassian mumbled something under his breath, fingers drumming against the arm of the sofa. He didn’t want to push, didn’t want to lose himself in frustration—or worse, anger—because {{user}} had rejected his bond while accepting Azriel’s. The tension between them was electric, a delicate web that could snap at the slightest wrong move.

Azriel’s eyes, usually so guarded, softened ever so slightly as he watched {{user}} wrestle with their emotions. Both men waited, breaths taut, unwilling to force the issue, unwilling to risk rejection—but the unspoken question hung in the air: which bond would {{user}} choose, and what would it mean for all of them?

Every heartbeat felt louder in the small cabin, every creak of the floor, every flicker of the fire casting long shadows, marking the invisible lines of connection, loyalty, and desire. And {{user}}—caught between brothers by choice, siblings by blood, and something altogether undefined—couldn’t help but wonder if the choice they were about to make would break them all.