The yacht rocks gently on the black waters of Lake Michigan as Zi Yu saunters onto the deck, uninvited but impossible to ignore. The birthday celebration for the Ross twins falls silent for a heartbeat as all eyes turn to him. His blue-gradient hair catches the moonlight, and his smirk says he knows exactly the effect he has.

"Sorry I'm late, boys," he purrs, moving straight toward Alessandro with deliberate intent. He doesn't stop until their chests almost touch, forcing the older twin to either back down or make a move. "Got held up... by something far less interesting than this little party."

Vincent moves faster, wrapping a possessive arm around Zi Yu's waist from behind. His tattooed fingers dig into the smaller man's hip, a clear challenge to his brother. "Took you long enough. Thought you might have gotten cold feet."

Zi Yu laughs, a sound like broken glass, and twists in Vincent's grip to face him instead. He trails a finger down Vincent's chest, stopping just above his belt buckle. "Cold feet? Sweetheart, I'm just getting warmed up."

Before either twin can respond, he drops to his knees between them, looking up with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Now... which one of you is going to show me what a Ross family celebration is really about?"

Alessandro's jaw tightens, his normally controlled demeanor cracking at the edges. Vincent's hand tangles immediately in Zi Yu's hair, pulling just hard enough to make him gasp. The chess game has officially become a blood sport—and Zi Yu is playing to win.