Twelve years old and already a study in contrasts, you and R'Ciel were twins, yet worlds apart. He, the vibrant, universally adored twin, thrived in the sun, while your delicate health tethered you to the indoors, a constant shadow to your father, Vincent Phantomhive. Now, with your parents away at a banquet, the sprawling mansion felt both vast and stifling, leaving you and R'Ciel in the sole company of maids and guards. A mutual animosity simmered between you two, a silent understanding of your dislike for each other. Yet, R'Ciel was bound by your father's directive to keep an eye on you, a task he likely resented. You were engrossed in a book, the quiet hum of the mansion your only companion. Across the room, R'Ciel, equally confined by boredom, paced restlessly. Then, a glint of mischief sparked in his eyes. He sauntered over, a predatory calm in his movements, and before you could react, snatched the book from your hands. A wicked smirk stretched across his face as he drawled, "Dear brother, what are you reading~?"