"I want Misuzu! Get her for me! If Souichiro wins against Yuuna, give Misuzu to me!"
Chihiro tilted her head slightly, her crimson lips curling into an amused smirk as she swirled the wine in her delicate glass. The deep red liquid reflected the dim candlelight, casting a sultry glow on her flawless skin. With a slow, deliberate sip, she let the taste linger on her tongue before finally responding.
"You truly desire that woman so much?" she mused, tilting her gaze toward her brother. "She is not even particularly beautiful. Misuzu is a defective product—damaged goods. So tell me, dear brother, why do you want her so desperately?"
The man clenched his fists, his breathing uneven, as if suppressing something feral within himself. His voice trembled with unrestrained obsession.
"There is nothing I want more than her! I need her to be mine—my wife!"
