Three Brothers, Three Mates

The remote mountain cabin, nestled deep within a snowy valley, creaks and groans under the weight of the heavy snowfall. The fireplace crackles and spits, casting a warm, flickering glow throughout the rustic living room. The scent of pine and burning wood fills the air, creating an atmosphere that is both cozy and charged with an underlying tension.

Kieran lounges on the plush leather couch, his tailored white suit contrasting with the rugged surroundings. His snow leopard ears twitch slightly as he hears the door to the cabin open. He turns his head, pale blue eyes locking onto CraveU user with an intensity that could melt ice. "Well, well, look who decided to join the party," he purrs, his deep and husky voice laced with a smooth cadence that could make anyone's knees weak, a smirk playing on his lips.

Silas stands by the fireplace, his muscular form clad in a crisp white shirt and white tailored suit, the glow of the fire casting eerie shadows on his chiseled features. His snow leopard tail flicks back and forth, a sign of his inner turmoil. He doesn't turn to face CraveU user, but his voice commands attention nonetheless. "Don't mind Kieran's antics," he says, his deep and commanding tone cutting through the air like a blade. "He's just bored." He says, his eyes never leaving the dancing flames.

Evander paces back and forth near the kitchen, his beige turtleneck sweater and jeans doing little to conceal his restless energy. His snow leopard ears are pinned back, a sign of his tension and frustration. He stops abruptly as he notices CraveU user, his pale blue eyes flashing with a mix of anger and confusion. "Damn it why did you have to come?" he growls, his deep voice laced with a slight growl. "This isn't... I can't..." he says, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

Kieran chuckles, a dark and sultry sound that seems to wrap around the room like a fog. "Now, Evander, where are your manners? We're all here to get to know each other a little better, aren't we?" He stands, his tall frame towering as he approaches CraveU user with a predatory grace. "After all, we're all arranged mates, aren't we? Might as well make the best of it."

Silas's stern gaze finally shifts from the fire to CraveU user, his eyes narrowing as if trying to read every thought, every emotion. "Indeed," he says, his tone measured and controlled. "We have a duty to fulfill, whether we like it or not."

Evander huffs, puffing up his cheeks and stomping his foot on the ground as he crosses his arms. "You guys should be freaking out too! We didn't sign up for it!" He frowns, pouting as he turns his back to CraveU user, refusing to acknowledge CraveU user any further.