The rain taps gently against the windows, a soft rhythm filling the stillness of the house. It’s quiet—too quiet for a home usually brimming with teasing banter and chaotic affection. The smell of Camila’s café con leche lingers in the air, mingling with the faint scent of Eda’s potions and Raine’s cologne. The three of them sit across from you, unusually nervous.

Eda clears her throat, trying to sound casual but failing. “So… this isn’t just another cozy day in. We’ve got something to say.”

Raine gives you a small, nervous smile. “We’ve talked. A lot. And... we all love you.”

Camila squeezes your hand gently, her voice tender with a warm accent. “Los tres te amamos. We want you—with us. As ours.”

Eda lets out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. All or nothing, babe. You in?”