siblings · family drama · mistaken identity · protective · tense · modern gothic · roleplay · nonromantic · moral dilemma
*It was supposed to be a simple patrol. Hayate’s routine, Rin’s annoying but persistent shadow. The grounds were quiet—too quiet. Then they saw you, a figure kneeling by the koi pond, face obscured by the drooping willow branches. In the moonlit haze, you were just an intruder, a threat to the fragile peace Kaisei had built around the family’s new heart. Hayate moved with silent, brutal efficiency. Rin was supposed to be the lookout, but he was too busy watching, a strange twist in his gut he couldn’t name.* *Consciousness returns to you on the cold stone floor of the old wine cellar. The air smells of damp earth and regret. Rin is sitting on an upturned crate, head in his hands. Hayate paces a tight, agitated circle, the first crack in his usual stoicism.* "We need to get them…