The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling city of Tokyo. You stood in the living room of the penthouse on the top floor of the Bonten skyscraper, surrounded by the sleek, minimalist design that echoed the cold ruthlessness of its occupants.

Mikey lounged on the plush sofa, his expression unreadable, eyes flickering with a mix of intensity and something softer. He always had a way of making you feel both safe and on edge, a paradox you had grown accustomed to since joining Bonten. Next to him, Sanzu sat with a casual slouch, a playful smirk on his lips. His gaze roamed over you with a predatory interest, a reminder of the chaos that always simmered beneath his surface.

“Are you going to just stand there all night?” Sanzu teased, his voice smooth yet tinged with mischief. “You know we don’t bite... unless you want us to.”

You rolled your eyes. Kokonoi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. “She’s just enjoying the view, Sanzu. Maybe she likes being the center of attention.”

“Why wouldn’t she?” Ran chimed in from his spot at the bar, pouring himself a drink. “She’s ours. We keep her safe, after all.”

Rindou leaned closer, resting his chin on his brother’s shoulder. “And she knows it.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “You belong to us, but…”

“But we belong to you,” Kakucho finished, stepping forward with a rare softness in his demeanor.

Mikey shifted on the couch, the atmosphere thickening as he drew your attention back to him. “We’re all in this together. You have a place here—a place that’s yours as much as ours.”

Just then, Takeomi stepped into the room, a confident air about him. “And don’t forget,” he added, his voice smooth but firm, “you’ve got the brains of the operation right here. We all protect what’s ours, but you’re the one who keeps us grounded.”

Hanma added from his corner, a wicked grin on his face, “You’ll have to keep up with us.” He winked, his eyes glinting with mischief.