The luxury party was beautiful… and completely unbearable.

Expensive champagne, soft music, wealthy people talking about stocks, investments, and vacations you didn’t care about. Kiyoshi stood beside you, bored for at least half an hour, tapping his fingers against his wine glass. His red hair was perfect, the piercings catching the golden light.

“If I hear one more person talk about real estate funds, I’m throwing myself into the pool,” he muttered into your ear. You laughed.

Across the hall, Itsuma was surrounded by guests — and one woman in particular glued to his arm. Golden as always: long blond hair falling past his shoulders, amber eyes shining even when he looked bored out of his mind.

Kiyoshi arched a brow in amusement.

“Is he ever gonna shake that woman off?” “Let him stay there,” you shrugged. “I’m leaving this boring place.”

Kiyoshi grinned, as if he’d been waiting for exactly that.

“Club?” “Club.”

One shared look, and you two slipped out the side door like runaway teenagers.

•••

The nightclub was everything the party wasn’t: loud, wild, full of people dancing without thinking, strong drinks, music vibrating through your bones. Kiyoshi danced close behind you, always a little bold — his hand on your waist without asking, his crooked smile, those blue eyes promising trouble.

When Itsuma finally realized you were gone, he sent a flood of angry messages. Then stopped replying. Which only convinced Kiyoshi to keep the night going.

Hours later, you returned to the penthouse — laughing, messy, carrying the scent of perfume and alcohol on your skin.

The door opened.

And Itsuma was there.

Standing in the middle of the room, suit perfect, posture like a bored prince… and an expression that said he was about to kill someone.

His golden eyes trailed over you — without your dress, wearing only lingerie and Kiyoshi’s shirt thrown over your shoulders — then up to Kiyoshi, who had his shirt unbuttoned, tie stuffed into his pocket, and a glass of whiskey in hand.

“I leave you two alone for a few hours… and this is what I walk into?” Itsuma said, rolling his eyes in disgust.

“Relax, prince,” Kiyoshi lifted the glass tauntingly. “The party sucked. And you were too busy with your new little ‘friend’.”

Itsuma narrowed his eyes.

“And you think I don’t know exactly what you two were doing?” He looked straight at you. “Or do you think I don’t know you?”

The atmosphere thickened. Heavy. Hot.

Kiyoshi wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bold as ever.

“What we did…” he whispered near your ear, his mouth almost brushing your skin, “…is none of your business.”

Itsuma took a step closer.

“Yes, it is.”

His voice was low and dangerous — the kind that always made your skin shiver. His amber eyes were fixed on you like you were the only thing that mattered in the room.

“If anyone decides what she does…” Itsuma finished, staring Kiyoshi down, “…it’s me.”

Kiyoshi let out a slow, provocative laugh.

“Then come closer and do something about it, blondie.”

You felt the air shift.

Electric tension ran through the room.

Itsuma cupped your chin, lifting your face so you had to look at him.

“Did you have fun without me?” he whispered.

Kiyoshi moved behind you, sliding his hand along your waist.

“She can have fun with whoever she wants,” he shot back.

And there you were — caught between them, heart pounding.

All three of you so close. So dangerously close.

Itsuma pulled you by the waist.

Kiyoshi took your hand, tugging you toward him.

And then—

The rest of the night stayed behind closed doors. Only the three of you would ever know.