Semua Bab Aligned Fantasy: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Dante’s father, Raizen Kurobane, an Enigma and the ruthless kingpin of an expansive mafia empire, built his legacy with fire, blood, and fear. The underworld bowed at his feet—his name alone inspired trembling obedience. But beyond the wealth, power, and body count, Raizen’s greatest ambition had always been to crown his only son as heir to the empire.“Honey,” he murmured, arms folded behind his back as he stared out of his office window, “he told me he’s found a Luna.”His wife, Misora Kurobane, a regal Enigma with eyes the color of a frozen sea and long, dark-blue hair that fell over one shoulder, tilted her head with a slow smirk. Dante had inherited her face—those confident eyes and the arrogant grace in every gesture. “Darling,” Misora said, walking toward him with a knowing gleam, “you’ve always tried to mold that boy with fear, when we both know you love him more than life itself.”Raizen didn’t flinch. “That boy has been lonely long enough,” he said, voice sharp but low. “He

The morning sun blazed mercilessly through the glass panes of the Kurobane estate, casting sharp beams across the marble floors and high ceilings. Dante wasn’t expecting much from the day. Another lonely breakfast, perhaps a run later, maybe a spar with one of the house guards if he could stand the silence long enough.What he wasn’t expecting—what didn’t even begin to cross his mind—was her.Seeing his mother at the dining table on a hot Tuesday morning wasn’t on his schedule. Yet there she was, unbothered and poised as always, dressed in head-to-toe emerald green. Her suit was tailored to perfection, the fabric hugging her statuesque frame in a way that demanded attention. Her long blue hair flowed over her shoulder, cascading down her back in soft, gleaming waves. The coolness of her gaze—icy, crystalline blue—was fixated not on him, but on the meal in front of her.Her dark skin, smooth and luminous in the daylight, mirrored his own. And sometimes—more often than he’d like—Dante w

the morning air was crisp, the clouds veiing the rising sun.Dew clung stubbornly to the corners of the chain-link fence surrounding the public basketball court, making the world feel fresh, untouched. Empty. Quiet. Except for Maya. He stood near the free-throw line, arms folded over his chest, his back rising and falling in steady breaths. He had arrived ten minutes early, pacing occasionally, trying to calm the steady beat of nerves behind his ribcage. dressed in shorts and a loose baggy top, his light blue hair packed in a pony tail. He couldn’t get Dante's face out of his head, or the way Taiga had looked last night after the game. Like he had something to say but didn’t know how. Like his heart was carrying something too heavy for one person. Maya looked up at the sound of sneakers crunching gravel. Taiga was here. Hands shoved in the pockets of his joggers, flannel jacket unbuttoned displaying tonned abs and defined.waist and V line, hair swaying in the wind.Taiga approach

The hallway was cold, silent but for the echo of footsteps pounding against the tile floor. “Rin,” Takuri’s voice came sharp, his pace quickening. “Stop walking away from me—I’m speaking to you.” Rin froze mid-step, his back still turned, shoulders stiff. The tone… it wasn’t just a plea. It was a command. His body tensed involuntarily, spine locking. He turned his head slightly, lips parted with disbelief. “Did you just—did you just use a command on me?” His voice shook with restrained fury, his arm twisting against Takuri’s grip, trying to pull free. Takuri's fingers only tightened. “I need you to listen to me.” “No,” Rin snapped, yanking his arm again. “No, I don’t want to hear whatever it is you think you have to say. What could you possibly tell me that justifies that?” His voice cracked. “What you said to me out there—how do you even begin to justify that?” Takuri flinched. His grip softened, but didn’t release. “You humiliated me,” Rin continued, eyes glistening. “

Taiga had briefed Rin earlier that morning. They sat under the shade behind the gym, the air still thick with the residue of the last practice, and Taiga’s voice low but firm as he explained what had unfolded after the team meeting. Rin had listened in silence, jaw clenched, eyes dim. “You need to submit your name,” Taiga had said finally, breaking the pause. “Tomorrow’s game decides the season. If you skip it, they’ll pull you off the team.” Rin didn’t need convincing. He had no intention of losing basketball—not for Takuri, not for Izumi, not for anyone. He wouldn’t let heartbreak take that from him. That’s what led him here now, standing in front of Izumi’s desk in the team office. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting a cool tone over the white walls and blue-tinted windows. Rin stood tall, expression blank, voice flat. “Where do I write my name?” he asked directly, wasting no time on pleasantries. Izumi raised her brows and offered a slight, condescending