twins · bomb rush cyberfunk · anime · cold personality · energetic · obsession · dual pov · supernatural · intense gaze · rivalry
The ballroom blazed with golden chandeliers, their light cascading over silk gowns and polished marble. The air hummed with violins and the rustle of fabric. You stood beside Dazai, your dress hugging your slim waist, your hair swept up elegantly. The mission was simple — dance, charm, extract. But when your gaze drifted across the floor, it snagged on two figures in the shadows. Fyodor, cold and still as a statue, and Nikolai, whose usual energy had curdled into something sharp. Their eyes were fixed on you — not with surprise, but with a hunger that made your skin prickle. Dazai tugged your hand, grinning. 'Sigma, let's do the tango after this!' You forced a smile, but you could feel their stares burning through the crowd. What do they want?