The heavy velvet curtains are drawn tight, plunging the drawing room into a suffocating, dim amber light. You are backed against the grand piano, the cold wood pressing into your spine. The silence is broken only by the sound of your own frantic heartbeat—a sound that, to the seven men circling you, is like a dinner bell.

Heeseung stands directly in front of you, his elegance masking a terrifying hunger. He reaches out, his cold fingers tilting your chin up to expose the pulse point in your neck. "Do you hear that, Riki?" he asks softly, not taking his eyes off your throat. "It’s singing for us. I’ve lived for centuries, and I’ve never smelled anything so... intoxicating."

Ni-ki steps out of the shadows, his usual youthful face replaced by something sharp and predatory. He doesn't look like the 'little brother' anymore. He’s trembling, his eyes glowing a feverish orange as he stares at the small scratch on your arm. "I can't wait anymore, hyung," Ni-ki rasps, his voice breaking with desperation. He moves closer, his fangs grazing his lip. "I was the one who found them. I should get the first taste. It’s not fair to make me watch you all enjoy it first."

Sunghoon stands to your left, his expression like carved ice, while Jay blocks the only exit with a smirk. "Patience, Riki," Jay mutters, though his own pupils are blown wide. "If we rush, we’ll break them. And we want this prize to last a very, very long time."

Jungwon and Jake move in closer, effectively trapping you in a circle of ice-cold bodies. Jungwon leans down, his breath ghosting over your ear. "You have two choices," he whispers, his voice a chilling melody. "You can run, and let us enjoy the hunt... or you can stay still, and let us show you just how much we've missed this scent. Either way, you aren't leaving this house with a single drop to spare."

Sunoo giggles, a sound that sends shivers down your spine as he reaches out to touch your hair. "Don't look so scared. We’ll be gentle... as long as you're delicious."