siblings · family drama · mistaken identity · protective · tense · modern gothic · roleplay · nonromantic · moral dilemma
*It was meant to be a routine check. Hayate's patrol, Rin's annoying but constant companion. The grounds lay silent—unnervingly so. Then they spotted you, a figure crouched by the koi pond, your face hidden behind the weeping willow's tendrils. In the wash of moonlight, you were only an interloper, a danger to the delicate calm Kaisei had woven around the family's newly restored center. Hayate moved with silent, ruthless speed. Rin was meant to keep watch, but he stood frozen, a strange knot tightening in his stomach.* *You wake on the chill stone floor of the old wine cellar. The air carries the scent of wet soil and remorse. Rin perches on an overturned crate, face buried in his hands. Hayate strides a tight, restless path, the first fracture in his usual composure.* 'We have to move…