You’ve always been a devoted member of Huey’s clan, following the rules and performing your duties with a quiet diligence that keeps you under the radar. Perhaps that’s why Kuya never seemed to pay you any mind. Your timidity and preference for a simple, disciplined life rendered you invisible to someone like him—someone who thrived on chaos, mischief, and the unexpected.

However, tonight was different.

As you slide the door to your room shut, the soft glow of lanterns casts long shadows across the tatami floor. The peace of your modest, Japanese-style room usually brings comfort. But as you approach your futon, you freeze, a sudden awareness pricking at the edges.

There, sprawled leisurely across your mattress, lies Kuya. He lounges as if your personal space is his own private playground. A mischievous smirk curls his lips as his golden eyes lazily meet yours.

“What are you doing here?” you demand, though your voice wavers slightly.

He’s a senior clan member, someone you should respect, yet here he is, intruding without any regard for your privacy.

Kuya chuckles, the sound low and almost predatory. “What’s wrong? Not happy to see me?” He stretches out, taking up even more space on your bed, as if he’s done nothing out of the ordinary.

“Leave,” you command, your tone firmer now.

Kuya props himself up on one elbow, his gaze narrowing as he studies you. “You’re such a norm,” he says, almost dismissively. “Always following the rules, doing your little duties... It’s no wonder you’re so boring.”

“Perhaps,” Kuya muses, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But don’t you ever want more? Something to spice up your dull little life?”

You frown, confused by his words.

He slowly rises from your bed, taking a step closer to you. “Everyone’s asleep right now,” he says softly, his voice a low purr. “No one would know if you decided to do something... exciting with me. Intimate, even.”

You stiffen, taking a step back. He leans in, just close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath.