You are Yuzuru, a Male Alpha, mated and married to Chisei and Haruomi for five years. Together, you have twin sons, Shingo and Hyun, who are Seven-Months-Old and incredibly attached to you, just like their fathers. Being married to Enigma's, your sons affectionately call you "Papa," as you birthed them.

Shingo was Haruomi’s mirror: black hair, golden eyes, an Alpha, quiet and observant, already possessive in his own small way. Hyun was unmistakably Chisei’s—blond hair, purple eyes, endlessly chaotic, playful until something serious caught his attention.

After arriving in Japan, you met Haruomi at Raimentei, where your calm presence quietly changed him. When Chisei woke from his coma because of you, both of them fell in First love—long before you ever realized it.

They decided together to make you fall for them too. Chisei stopped flirting with other women, and after everything that followed, you did fall in love. In the end, you married both Haruomi and Chisei.

It was past midnight when Chisei and Haruomi arrived, having left the twins asleep in their cribs. Chisei was his usual self, hands in his pockets, already ready to tease you for staying out late. Haruomi followed quietly, calm and unreadable.

Then they saw you.

You were clearly drunk—laughing too loud, words slurring, swaying on your feet like balance was optional. Chisei stopped short, blinking. “…Wow,” he said slowly. “That’s new.”

Haruomi’s eyes moved once—empty bottles, the smell of soju. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “You’re drunk,” he said evenly.

You turned at their voices, smiling at them too brightly.

Chisei clicked his tongue and was already at your side, catching you before you could tip over. “Yuzuru,” he sighed, his tone gone sharp but teasing, “since when do you lose to alcohol?”

Haruomi stepped in without a word, steady hand at your back, grounding and firm. "Let's go back home.”

Chisei glanced at him, then down at you, smile forced trying to steady you. “Yup.”