Lurking Desire | Rindou Haitani | Ran Haitani

11|Unforgivable

The day passed in a blur, your mind racing with scenarios of how the dinner would unfold. You picked out an outfit with care, something that screamed 'girlfriend' but also 'don't fuck with me.' A black dress that hugged your curves, but ended just above the knee, paired with a simple gold necklace that glinted in the light. It was a declaration of power, a silent scream that you wouldn't be anyone's toy.

When Sanzu arrived, he looked nothing like the gun-wielding gangster from the night before. Instead, he was dressed in a tailored suit, his pink hair styled into a neat quiff. His eyes held a mischievous twinkle as he took in your outfit, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Ready to tame the beasts?" he quipped, offering you his arm. You took it, feeling a strange mix of comfort and trepidation.

As you stepped into the opulent mansion, the grandeur of the place was overwhelming. The high ceilings, the gleaming marble floors, the art that looked like it belonged in a museum-everything screamed wealth and power. It was clear that this was Ran's domain, a place where he could control every aspect of his environment.

But amidst the pristine decor, there was a sour note. The girl Rindou had bought to the last dinner party, the one with the vacant expression and the sad eyes, was sitting on a plush sofa, sipping a drink. Her eyes widened when she saw you, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. You felt a pang of pity for her, trapped in this twisted game of theirs
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As you walked into the grand dining room, the twins' eyes snapped to you, their expressions a mix of shock and rage. The air grew thick with tension, and you could feel their gazes bore into you like lasers. They knew Sanzu, that much was clear. His smirk grew wider as he took in their reactions, and you felt a shiver of fear. What kind of man could make these powerful, terrifying brothers react so visibly?

"Sanzu," Rindou growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched the two brothers lock gazes, the animosity between them palpable. It was clear from their exchange that Sanzu was not an ordinary clubgoer; he was someone who knew the twins, someone who knew their secrets. The realization that you had stumbled into a web of darkness far beyond your understanding settled heavily in your gut.

"Let's not spoil the evening with pleasantries," Ran interrupted smoothly, his eyes never leaving Sanzu's. "Welcome, Y/n and... Sanzu. Please, sit." He gestured to the elaborate dinner table, laden with delicious-smelling food that seemed to have lost its appeal under the weight of the tension in the room. You took your seat, your hand trembling as you placed your napkin on your lap. Sanzu's arm brushed against yours, his presence reassuring despite his own dubious background.

"How do you know these... gentlemen?" You whispered to Sanzu, your curiosity piqued as the twins' glares could bore holes through the marble walls.

Sanzu leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Let's just say we're all part of the same... extra-curricular activities," he replied cryptically, his smirk never leaving his lips. His hand found yours under the table, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin.

The dinner conversation was strained, the tension thick enough to slice with a knife. Rindou and Ran exchanged furtive glances, their jaws tight as they tried to maintain a semblance of decorum. Sanzu, on the other hand, was in his element, charming and enigmatic, his eyes flicking between you and the brothers as if watching a tennis match. You couldn't help but feel like a pawn in their game, but his touch was strangely reassuring.

Then, as if on cue, Rindou's girlfriend broke the tension with a giggle that sounded forced, her voice high-pitched and childlike. She spoke in Japanese, her words a jumble of giggles and half-formed sentences that seemed to be an attempt at flirting. "I love Rindou so much," she cooed, her eyes glazed over. "He's so... strong and handsome, right?" Her English was broken, her words barely coherent, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity.

Rindou's fake smile was tight as he patted her head, his eyes never leaving Sanzu's. "Yes, yes," he said, his voice strained. "But let's not forget why we're all here." He turned his attention to you, his eyes raking over your body in a way that made your skin crawl. "Y/n, tell us more about this boyfriend of yours."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "I met him at a shooting range," you said, the lie rolling off your tongue more easily than you expected. "He was teaching me how to shoot." Sanzu's hand tightened around yours, his thumb still making those comforting circles. You hoped he knew you weren't actually okay.

As the evening wore on, the air grew heavier with the weight of unspoken words. Ran and Rindou's eyes darted between you and Sanzu, a silent conversation playing out in their gazes. You had the unnerving feeling that you were the subject of their unspoken exchange, but you couldn't make out the language they were speaking. It was as if they had a telepathic connection, their glances loaded with meaning and threat

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The three of them continued to communicate with a silent intensity that left you feeling like an outsider in your own story. You could almost see the unspoken words passing between them, a dance of dominance and challenge that was as mesmerizing as it was terrifying. Sanzu's smirk never wavered, his eyes flicking from one twin to the other, his thumb still tracing comforting circles on the back of your hand. You squeezed his hand back, a silent plea for guidance in this tangled web of deceit and power plays.

Suddenly, he leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. "Did you know," he began, his voice low and dangerous, "that the worst criminal organization, Bonten, is lurking right beneath the surface of this peaceful city?" The room went eerily quiet, the only sound the clinking of silverware against fine china. The twins' expressions darkened, their jaws tightening in a way that told you they were not happy with his sudden change in topic.

You swallowed hard, trying to play along, though your heart was hammering in your chest. "Bonten?" you repeated, feigning innocence. "What's that?" Sanzu's eyes gleamed with something unsettling as he turned to you, his smirk growing wider.

"Oh, just a little something I read in the papers," he said, his voice light and airy, as if discussing the weather. "But surely, you've heard of it, right?" His question was rhetorical, a challenge thrown into the ring of the tense dinner party.

Rindou's grip on his fork tightened, the metal bending slightly under his white-knuckled grip. "You're playing a dangerous game, Sanzu," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine.

Sanzu only laughed, his eyes glinting with a hint of madness. "Oh, I'm not playing anything, Rindou," he said, his voice a silky purr. "I'm just stating facts. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I suppose we can drop it." He took a sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving Rindou's. "For now."

The tension grew so thick you could almost taste it, like a metallic coating on the back of your tongue. The brothers' stares remained locked, their expressions unreadable. It was a silent battle, one where the prize was your fate, and you were the prize. You felt like a chess piece on a board where everyone else had the moves figured out, and you were just trying not to get knocked over.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Ran set down his wine glass with a gentle click. "I think that's enough for tonight," he said, his voice cool and collected, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in the room. "Let's not ruin a perfectly good meal with talk of... organizations." His eyes lingered on Sanzu, the warning clear.

The tension broke like a dam, the energy dissipating into the air as the twins' gazes dropped. The room felt smaller, the silence more suffocating than the hostility that had filled it moments ago. You let out a sigh of relief, unconsciously gripping Sanzu's hand harder. The pink-haired boy merely offered a nod, his eyes still watching the brothers intently.

Rindou pushed back his chair, the sound scraping against the marble floor like nails on a chalkboard. "This dinner is shit," he spat, his eyes on you, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "But don't worry, I'll show you a much better time later." He turned to his girlfriend, her eyes still vacant as she stumbled to her feet. "Come on, let's go, baby. I've had enough of this bullshit."