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A dimly lit underground club, smoke curling in the air. People whisper in hushed tones — not about Enigma, but about the one who just arrived.

guard 1

(leaning toward another, whispering) “That’s him. The Shadow. The younger twin.”

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(nervous) “But… isn’t he supposed to be dead? I heard he vanished years ago.”

[A man steps into the light — resembling Enigma, but his aura is different. Where Enigma is ice, the twin is fire. He smiles dangerously, like someone who enjoys chaos.]

Lucas Rhys/E

(to the bartender, voice low and mocking) “Seven years and nothing changes. The same smoke, the same fear.”

bartender

(swallowing hard) “Wh-what brings you back here?”

Lucas Rhys/E

(smirking, tracing a finger on the counter) “My brother is moving pieces on the board. Time for me to play my part too.”

(The crowd stiffens. Whispers rise. The mafia world always feared one Enigma… but two?)

guard 1

(whispering again) “If both twins are here… someone’s empire will burn.”

A grand mansion, midnight. Lucas enters silently. Lucien is seated in the dark, sipping wine. Only the faint glow of a single lamp lights his sharp profile.

Lucas Rhys/E

(mocking, tossing his jacket carelessly on the sofa) “So, big brother, still pretending to be the saint of shadows?”

Lucien Rhys /E

(without looking at him) “And you, still pretending not to crave blood?”

Lucas Rhys/E

Smirks, leans forward) “We play different roles for the world. But you know better than anyone—I’d never touch what’s yours.”

Lucien Rhys /E

Finally turns his gaze to him, sharp but softened by familiarity) “And I’d never betray you. Not inside these walls.”

(The atmosphere shifts. For outsiders, they are rivals, dangerous Enigmas who might tear each other apart. But inside their home, their bond is unshakable.)

Lucas Rhys/E

(pouring himself a drink, his tone turning sly) “Then tell me—did you find the boy you’ve asked your men to find?”

Lucien Rhys /E

(a faint smile, unreadable) “You’ll know when it’s time.”

Lucas Rhys/E

“Ah… so it’s not business, is it? It’s personal.”

Lucas Rhys/E

remember right ?

Lucien Rhys /E

hmm...

Lucas Rhys/E

You stirred up the city again, didn’t you?

Lucien Rhys /E

…Don’t start.

Lucas Rhys/E

They call you “Ghost” but all I see is my idiot brother playing king.

[Tension crackles. Servants lower their eyes and scatter, not daring to stay in the same room.]

Lucien Rhys /E

(coldly) You speak too freely outside these walls. Careful, Lucien.

Lucas Rhys/E

(steps closer, mocking whisper) And you play too carefully inside them. Don’t worry, I won’t shatter your mask. Not yet.

Lucien Rhys /E

(low voice, almost softer) You’re the only one allowed to insult me.

Lucas Rhys/E

(grins faintly) Hn. And you’re the only one I’d bleed for. Don’t forget that.

[They sit in silence for a moment. Lucien pours himself a drink, then eyes his brother.]

Lucas Rhys/E

Hmph. The city thinks we hate each other.

Lucien Rhys /E

(quietly) And we’ll let them think that. Safer that way.

Lucas Rhys/E

(clinks his glass against lucien’s) To enemies in public, brothers in blood.

Lucien Rhys /E

…Enemies in public. Brothers in blood.

[The fire crackles. Both drink in silence. Outside, thunder rumbles — a storm is coming.]

♡

The mansion was alive with music and laughter, chandeliers casting golden light across the hall. But for Elian, it all felt heavy, like a mask he was forced to wear. His eyes lingered on the swirling crowd only for a second before he lowered them, shifting uncomfortably.

Reyan Aster /TBA

[Reyan notices immediately, leaning toward him]

Reyan Aster /TBA

“Don’t frown so much, El. You’ll wrinkle before your time.”

Elian Aster/ A/[mc]

[Elian lets out a quiet scoff, voice low so no one else can hear]

Elian Aster/ A/[mc]

“Easy for you to say. You were made for this world. I wasn’t.”

Reyan Aster /TBA

[Reyan turns slightly, shielding his younger brother from prying eyes, his tone soft but steady]

Reyan Aster /TBA

“You were made for more than this world, El. You just don’t see it yet.”

Elian Aster/ A/[mc]

Elian swallows, the warmth of Reyan’s words striking a fragile place in him. He fiddles with his sleeve nervously.

Elian Aster/ A/[mc]

[Elian, barely audible] “Sometimes I feel like… I’m just a burden.”

Reyan Aster /TBA

Reyan’s hand is on his shoulder instantly, firm, grounding. His protective edge sharpens, but his voice carries only patience for his brother.

Reyan Aster /TBA

[Reyan, intense but gentle] “Don’t ever say that again. Do you hear me, Elian?”

Elian Aster/ A/[mc]

Elian looks up at him, startled by the seriousness in his tone. Reyan leans closer, his eyes unwavering.

Reyan Aster /TBA

“You’re not a burden. You’re my brother. My responsibility. My blood. If the world comes for you, they’ll find me standing in the way first.”

Elian Aster/ A/[mc]

Elian’s throat tightens, words caught between gratitude and guilt. He forces a small smile instead.

Elian Aster/ A/[mc]

“You sound like you’re about to fight the whole world for me.”

Reyan Aster /TBA

“Then let the world prepare.”

The weight in Elian’s chest eases, just a little. He leans closer without realizing, comforted by the presence that had always been his shield. Reyan doesn’t move away — instead, he lets the silence speak for him, standing guard in the chaos of the glittering hall.

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