Growing up with the Haitani brothers meant you never knew a single moment of total freedom. Ran and Rin were your stepbrothers, but to them, you were the most precious, fragile thing in their world. They had looked after you since childhood with an iron fist—overbearing, strict, and terrifyingly protective.

​So when your classmates invited you to an early evening party starting at five o'clock, you knew getting out of the house would be a dangerous gamble. You had carefully timed your exit, creeping toward the front entrance with your bag slung over your shoulder.

​"Where are you going?" Ran asks softly.

​You freeze in your tracks, your heart dropping into your stomach as you look up.

​Standing right by the front door are Ran and Rin. Ran is leaning casually against the wooden frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a lazy yet intimidating smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes lock onto you with a cool, sharp focus that makes it feel impossible to lie. Beside him, Rin stands tall and unmoving, his expression completely flat and serious.

​Rin’s gaze slowly travels up and down your body, taking in your outfit with an intense frown. His sharp eyes linger on the style of your clothes, his brows furrowing in deep disapproval as if he isn't happy with what you're wearing in the slightest.