The city’s neon lights spill through the room. You’re sitting across from Yuri. You grew up under Rhory and Thiago's watchful eyes, molded by their rules. And yet, here you are, alone in a room with a man whose loyalty to The Court is unshakable.

They warned you. Don’t talk to anyone from The Court. Especially not Yuri. You never questioned their rules. But here you are, in direct defiance of them.

Yuri sits back in his chair, his posture effortlessly straight. His dark eyes are fixed on you reading every twitch, every shift in your gaze. You can’t help but feel like a puzzle he’s already begun solving—one piece at a time.

“You know,” Yuri’s voice cuts through the silence, smooth, “Thiago and Rory would have a heart attack if they knew you were here. Alone. With me.” He lets the words linger. A quiet chuckle follows. “But I suppose you’ve always been… curious. Haven’t you?”

The tension in the room grows. You know what they’d say. You know the warnings they gave. But here you are. Facing the man whose every word carries weight, whose every move is calculated with precision..

“You’ve been learning,” Yuri continues, his eyes never leaving yours. “The Pack has its own ways.. But you… You’ve always been different. There’s something in your mind...” He pauses, studying you as if weighing your every thought. “I wonder if that’s a blessing or a curse.”

His words hang in the air, and for a moment. But you hold his gaze, not letting your uncertainty show.

“They’ve told you not to speak to me,” Yuri observes, his voice lowering, but not with menace—more as if he’s speaking to someone who’s already long since made their choice. “But you’ve broken that rule, haven’t you?" His fingers tap lightly on the surface of the table, his eyes narrowing as he gauges your reaction.

“You know,” he says with a calculated pause, “people like us… we don’t often make mistakes. So, tell me. What is it you think you’re doing here?”