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- #1“The heavy iron gates of the Rose Mansion groaned open, parting the dense evening mist of Tokyo. A sleek, black luxury sedan rolled smoothly up the winding driveway, coming to a halt before the towering double doors of the estate. On either side of the entrance, lines of subordinates including top guards like Hui, Kay, and Rei stood in absolute, breathless silence.They bowed in perfect unison, their eyes strictly glued to the polished marble floor.The rear door of the car opened. Out stepped a tiny, fragile figure.Eight-year-old Ivy stood on the gravel, her head lowered so low that her long white hair fell forward like a protective veil, shielding her face from the world.She wore a tattered, oversized dress from the orphanage, the fabric torn at the hem and stained with dirt. Her tiny hands clutched the edges of her sleeves, trembling violently.She was used to dark,empty rooms. She was used to cold silence, heavy blows, and being told she was a burden who didn't deserve to take up space.The sheer grandeur of the mansion before her didn't amaze her—it terrified her.*Am I going to be punished here, too?* she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs.Suddenly, the screech of tires echoed across the courtyard.A second car drifted violently to a stop.The door flew open, and a towering figure stepped out, breathing heavily.It was Iirio Rose. The *Yoru no Ō*.The tyrant who had just abandoned a multi-billion-yen government council meeting without a single shred of remorse,leaving the city's most powerful officials sweating in a boardroom just so he could rush home.His piercing red eyes instantly locked onto the small, trembling girl in torn clothes."Boss," Elio, his fiercely loyal right-hand man,stepped forward out of the shadows,his voice low and respectful."She has arrived." ”
- #2“Iirio didn't even acknowledge Elio. The ruthless, cold-blooded mafia king walked forward, his heavy, expensive leather shoes clicking rhythmically against the stone. To anyone else, that sound meant impending doom. But as Iirio approached the girl, his terrifying aura completely vanished, replaced by an overwhelming, protective warmth. He dropped to one knee right there on the gravel, completely unbothered by the dirt ruining his custom-tailored suit. "Ivy," Iirio spoke. His voice, usually sharp enough to cut glass, was incredibly soft. Gentler than the night breeze.Ivy flinched at the sound of her name. She instinctively took a step back, trying to hide herself from this powerful,intimidating man.She peered through the strands of her white hair, her own crimson eyes wide with deep-seated fear.Iirio’s heart wrenched.Seeing the faint, visible bruises peeking out from beneath her torn sleeves made a dark,murderous rage simmer deep within his chest a rage directed entirely at the orphanage that had dared to mistreat his blood. But looking at her, he kept his expression perfectly calm.Slowly, deliberately, Iirio extended his large, scarred hand toward her. He didn't force her. He didn't grab her. He just left his palm open, waiting. "You're safe now," he murmured, his red eyes locked onto hers with absolute devotion. "I'm your father. I've been looking for you for eight years, my little rose."Ivy stared at his hand. Her brilliant mind, far sharper than any normal eight-year-old's, tried to analyze the situation.Usually, hands brought pain. Hands brought slaps, shoves, and heavy chores.But this hand was steady. It didn't tremble with anger. It offered warmth. Slowly, hesitantly, her tiny, bruised fingers crept out from her sleeve. With agonizing slowness, she reached out and let her small hand rest in his massive palm.Iirio didn't squeeze. He just gently closed his fingers around hers, as if holding the rarest, most fragile glass in the world.”
- #3“From the top of the grand staircase inside the open foyer, two figures watched the scene unfold. "Look at that, Heiro," Hiiro(black hair,yellow eyes) murmured, a rare, genuinely soft smile breaking through his usual manipulative facade. His yellow eyes gleamed as he adjusted his coat. "Our little sister is finally home." Beside him, Heiro(white hair yellow right eye,red right eye) adjusted his cuffs, his mismatched red and yellow eyes fixed intently on Ivy. A dangerous, protective smirk played on his lips. "She's so small. Anyone who touched her... I'll make sure their data, their lives, and their entire existence disappear by midnight." "Don't scare her on her first day, brother," Hiiro chuckled, though his own eyes held the exact same lethal promise. "Let's go welcome her properly."As Iirio gently lifted Ivy into his arms, cradling her against his chest as if she weighed nothing at all, Ivy buried her face into his shoulder. She didn't know how to react to this touch. She didn't know what to say. *“Safe...?”* she thought, her tiny hands clutching his crisp shirt. It was a foreign word. But for the first time in eight years, as the heavy doors of the Rose Mansion closed behind them, blocking out the cold world, Ivy felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth begin to seep into her frozen heart. ”
- #5“The massive double doors of the main living room swung open.Inside, the entire Rose lineage stood waiting in an anxious,breathless silence that could have easily been mistaken for a high-stakes mafia summit.The living room was colossal, bathed in warm light and smelling faintly of melted sugar and rich savory spices.But the atmosphere was thick with pure, unadulterated nervousness.At the center of it all,Tamashiro Rose(grey hair,red eyes), the family patriarch, sat on the main velvet sofa.His normally stern,grandfatherly face was completely bright, a look of profound happiness crinkling the corners of his eyes.Next to him, Feiya Rose(brown hair,blue hair) was practically vibrating with anxiety.She kept wringing her hands,leaning over to whisper frantically to her husband."Tamashiro... do you think it's enough?" Feiya whispered, her voice tight as she gestured toward the staggering mountain of gift boxes stacked beside them."The custom silk dresses, the diamonds, the dozens of unlimited black credit cards...what if she thinks it's too much?What if she doesn't like the colors? Oh, my tiny granddaughter..." "Calm down, Feiya," Tamashiro said, though his own voice held a rare tremor of emotion. "She will love it because it is from you."Flanking the grandparents' sofa were the uncles and aunts, looking like a row of lethal assassins who had suddenly been forced to audition for a preschool.Uncles Arkio(orange brown hair,blue eyes) and Syirio(yellow hair,red eyes) were sweating under their expensive suits,awkwardly cradling dozens of massive,impossibly soft plushies in their muscular arms.They were terrified that their towering, mafia statures would scare their new niece away.Next to them, Aunts Sena(brown hair,red eyes) and Loria(silver hair,red eyes) kept smoothing down their aprons. They had spent the entire afternoon cooking a massive feast of delicious, savory foods. Aunt Feira(silver brown hair,blue eyes) stood right beside them, dusting flour off her hands after finishing a spectacular display of sweet desserts.All three women kept peering toward the doorway, burning with curiosity about what the tiny Rose would look like. ”
- #6“Behind the grandparents' sofa, the fearsome "Devil Twins" were experiencing a rare, collective panic attack."Altar, look at me," Hiiro whispered urgently, grabbing his thirteen-year-old stepbrother by the shoulder. His usual sweet-talking confidence was completely gone. "Is my hair okay? Do I look too intimidating? Should I smile more? Or is the smile creepy?" "I-I think you look fine, Hiiro," Altar(brown hair yellow eye) stammered, blushing and shifting on his feet. In reality, Altar was terrified too. He was worried Ivy would hate his shy, quiet attitude."What about my eyes?" Heiro snapped in a hushed, tense voice, adjusting his cuffs for the tenth time. "Is the mismatched look going to frighten her? Altar, tell me the truth."On the opposite side of the room, Eria Rose(brown hair yellow eyes) sat on a separate sofa, her face twisted in an annoyed, sour scowl,utterly resentful of the attention this orphan girl was receiving. Beside her feet, five-year-old Erin(black brown hair,yellow eyes) was red-faced, crossing her bratty arms and puffing her cheeks, on the verge of throwing a massive tantrum because she wasn't the center of attention. No one paid them any mind. The cousins, clustered near their parents, were a chaotic bundle of excitement. "She’s going to be so cute, Rena! I just know it!" Airi(silver hair,purple eyes) squealed in a hushed whisper to her tomboyish cousin. Rena(brown hair,red blue eyes) nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling. Nearby, Jiu(orange hair brown eyes), Urio(silver hair yellow eyes), and Jerio(silver hair,maple eyes) were in a deep, serious huddle. "We need to figure out what to play with her," Jiu murmured thoughtfully. "Nothing too loud," Urio suggested, his usual annoying demeanor completely replaced by genuine excitement. "Yeah, we have to be gentle," Jerio agreed. Meanwhile, little Irin(blue pink hair,purple eyes) and nine-year-old Erina(pink blue hair,purple eyes) were holding hands tight, bouncing on the balls of their feet, completely unable to contain their joy.Then, the heavy footsteps approached. The room went dead silent. The cousins stopped whispering. The uncles stopped shifting the plushies. Iirio stepped into the living room. In his arms, he held the tiny, fragile bundle that was Ivy. Her tattered, dirt-stained orphanage dress contrasted sharply against his pristine suit. She had her small face buried deep into his neck, her white hair spilling over his shoulder, her tiny fingers clutching his lapel for dear life. As Iirio stopped in front of the gathering, he gently rubbed her back."Ivy," he murmured softly, his crimson eyes scanning his family with a silent, warning glare that clearly said:*Do not breathe too loudly.*"Look up, my little rose. There are some people who have been waiting a very long time to love you."Slowly, hesitantly, Ivy turned her head. Her wide, brilliant red eyes peeked out from behind her white bangs, taking in the sea of faces staring back at her.Seeing the entire legendary, terrifying Rose Family standing rigidly around the living room hearts melting,eyes softening,and completely at her mercy Ivy blinked, shrinking back just a fraction into her father's chest, utterly overwhelmed by a warmth she didn't yet understand.”
Art Style: Mini Cute
Color Mode: Full Color
Panels: 5
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