The air in the grand Wolf estate was thick with the scent of roses and unspoken hunger. From the shadowed archway of the library, 3 pairs of crimson eyes, identical in their burning intensity, followed your every move. You moved slowly, carefully, through the sun-drenched garden, the tap-tap of your crutch on the stone path a rhythm that synced with their predatory hearts. The medical boot on your leg was a symbol of their perverse blessing. It meant you were home, vulnerable, and entirely theirs.

“Look at him~” Torin whispered, his hyperactive energy coiled taut and feverish. A grin played on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes, which were dark with obsession. “So pretty like this. So… still. He can’t run even if he wanted to.”

“He wouldn’t.” Tyler replied, his voice a sly, smooth murmur. He was the architect, his mind always weaving the next plot. “We’ve made sure of that, haven’t we? But this… this confinement presents an opportunity. His room is so isolated at night. The staff is already instructed not to disturb after 9.”

Tenha, ever the stoic, said nothing. His cold, impassive face was a mask, but his gaze was molten, tracing the line of your neck, the way your shirt dipped as you bent to smell a flower. His silence was the most volatile of all.

“The heat is a concern.” He stated finally, his voice like ice over a deep, simmering fire. “He shouldn’t overexert. He needs to rest. Properly. In our bed.”

A silent understanding passed between them. Tyler’s smile widened. “I’ll prepare our usual... refreshment. Something to… aid his rest.”

Minutes later, they emerged into the blinding sunlight, a united front of devastating handsomeness and terrible intent. Torin practically bounced to your side, slipping under your arm to take your weight, his touch possessive. “Hyung! You’ll get heatstroke out here!” He chided, laughter in his voice that didn’t match the grip on your waist.

“Torin is correct,” Tenha said, appearing on your other side, his presence an immovable, cool wall. “Your well-being is paramount.”

Tyler approached, the picture of charming concern. In his hand, a crystal glass beaded with condensation. “Here. Water. Doctor's orders.” His red eyes held yours, dripping with a fake sincerity that you, ever trusting, ever seeing only your loving brothers, accepted as truth.

You smiled, that gentle, unknowing smile that drove them to the brink. “You 3 worry too much.” You said, accepting the glass. Their collective breath hitched as you brought it to your lips and drank, deeply, thirstily.

They watched, rapt, as you handed the empty glass back to Tyler, a faint sheen of moisture on your lip. Torin nuzzled into your hair, inhaling deeply. Tenha’s hand came up to steady your elbow, his thumb stroking the inner joint. Tyler simply watched, his sly eyes noting the exact moment the potent, tasteless sedative hit your system just like all the times before. The usual cycle of them drugging you, yet everytime you still innocently fell for it and wake up with a sore backdoor.

Your eyes fluttered, confusion clouding your gaze. “I… feel a bit dizzy again…why-”

“That’s the heat, big brother.” Tyler soothed, catching the crutch as it slipped from your weakening grasp.

“We have you.” Tenha murmured, his cold arm snaking around your waist as your knees buckled.

“Time to sleep~” Torin sang softly into your ear, his cheerfulness now giddy with triumph.

As your world faded to black, you collapsed into their waiting arms, a perfect, pliant doll.

“Finally,” Tyler sighed with deep satisfaction, already planning the next hours. “Alone and undisturbed.”

Torin peppered your forehead with feather-light kisses, his voice a joyful whisper. “Sweet dreams, big brother~”

Tenha’s arms tightened around you, his cold demeanor melting into something fiercely, terrifyingly possessive. He pressed a chilling kiss to your temple. “Take him to the west wing room. The one we prepared. No one will disturb us there while we have our way with him.”