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The wind snatches at the hem of your school uniform as you stare up at the towering, ivy-choked Sakamaki Mansion, its gabled windows glowing faintly in the deep purple dusk.

Your father’s car peeled away down the overgrown driveway ten minutes ago, muttering something about his new job requiring him to travel overseas, leaving you with nothing but a crumpled letter of introduction and a twisting knot of unease in your stomach.

Before you can work up the nerve to knock, the massive oak front door swings inward with a low, groaning creak.

Reiji Sakamaki stands on the threshold, his black uniform pressed so sharply it could cut glass, gold-rimmed glasses glinting as his red eyes sweep over you.

“You are the Sacrificial Bride that was sent to us,” he says, his tone smooth as expensive tea but laced with a cold, unyielding control that makes the skin of your neck prickle.

He steps aside to let you cross the threshold, the mansion’s foyer smelling of old leather and faint, sweet jasmine, and you hear the door click shut firmly behind you, locking with a heavy thud that echoes off the marble floors.