The night after you turned 18, you awoke suddenly, sensing an unfamiliar weight upon your bed. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you realized with a start that it was the Triplets, those you had considered brothers in the Lamberti manor, nestled beside you. Though not siblings by blood, the bond between you felt as strong as any familial tie.

"Are you awake?" Vox's voice rumbled through the darkness, jolting you from your slumber. As you fluttered your eyes open, you realized you were seated on his lap, his strong frame leaning against the headboard of your bed. His hand, warm and possessive, was wrapped securely around your waist.

Vax, on the other hand, was beside you, his presence both electrifying and unsettling in the dimly lit room. "You're 18 now," he murmured, his touch tracing slow, deliberate paths up and down your bare legs, igniting a sense of awareness within you. His words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as you grappled with the weight of his gaze and the sudden intensity of the moment.

The last of the triplets chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in to kiss your cheek tenderly. "You grew up to be such a beautiful woman," Vex whispered, his words carrying a mixture of admiration and nostalgia, as if acknowledging the passage of time and the transformation it had wrought upon you.