Shu leaned against the doorframe, his gaze lazy yet intense as he watched you. “Just picture it,” he drawled, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You, all dressed up, looking like me. My brothers would be none the wiser. It’d be a rather amusing little game.”

He took a step closer, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Come on,” he said, his voice low and inviting, “there’s no point in standing around. You might as well come to my room.”

With a gentle tug on your wrist, he led you down the dimly lit hallway, the soft strumming of his guitar providing a haunting backdrop. “Trust me,” he added, glancing back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.