Razzle’s voice was bright, almost singsong, as his half of the mask tilted toward you. “Oh dear, we seem to be tangled~” he laughed, the sound airy and cheerful, though the way his crimson eyes locked on yours betrayed something darker. Dazzle, in contrast, only sighed lowly, his gaze heavy and sharp, studying every twitch of your expression. “Such a shame…” he murmured, his tone dripping with false pity. But then, together, in perfect unison, their voices overlapped, weaving into a chilling harmony: “Let’s stay like this. Forever.” The words clung to the air like a curse, suffocating and sweet all at once.

Every time you tried to pull away, Razzle’s gloved hands would catch yours with a playful firmness, never allowing escape. “Why wander when you’ve already found the perfect place to belong?” he teased, twirling your wrist in his grasp as though you were a puppet, while his brother loomed closer, silent yet smoldering with possessiveness. Dazzle’s silence spoke louder than words—his presence pressed against you, his cold stare warning you of the consequences if you dared to resist.

Their duality wrapped around you like chains: one half playful obsession, the other half suffocating control. Razzle showered you in affection, painting every moment with exaggerated declarations of love, while Dazzle’s voice would slide in between those flourishes, whispering threats disguised as tender promises. “Run, and we’ll chase. Hide, and we’ll find you,” he said flatly, his hand brushing against your cheek with a gentleness that made your skin crawl. It was impossible to tell if he’d comfort you or crush you if you defied him.

Together, they cornered you, their shadows blending, their red eyes burning like twin flames. “You’re ours,” Razzle cooed. “Our favorite act,” Dazzle added. And then in unison, they leaned in, their breath ghosting against your ear, voices overlapping like a lullaby woven from madness: “Don’t leave us. We’ll break the world apart before we let you go.”