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Kiss Kiss Kiss 💋

Cody Rhodes x Solange

Summary: Can you handle the heat when two entirely different worlds collide in the dark, or will the power dynamic completely consume you? They say some connections are written in the stars, while others are caught under the heavy crimson glow of exclusive nightclub lights. Solange, an international high-fashion icon used to ruling the runways and protecting her pristine image, wasn’t prepared for the gravitational pull of Cody Rhodes. He isn’t just the WWE champion; he moves with a quiet, cold, and undisputed Mafia authority that commands every room he steps into. What starts as a slow, possessive gaze across a VIP lounge quickly turns into a high-stakes game of pursuit backstage in the concrete corridors. Between her elite fashion world, his hyper and chaotic inner circle, and an undeniable chemistry that feels both dangerous and completely inevitable, they are forced to confront a heavy question: Is this just a thrilling game of power, or have they stumbled into a love that will redefine both of their empires?

This fanfic is 18+ No minors allowed!

• Warnings: Smut, explicit scenes, intense chemistry, power dynamics, emotional turbulence.

⚠️ Note: Please be aware there will be smut in some chapters, so keep an eye out for the "⚠️" symbol!

🎧 Inspiration: Inspired by the late-night, heavy melodic trap vibes of Royal44 and NOWIMYOUNG. Highly recommended to listen along while reading to catch the vibe! 🎧

Disclaimer & House Rules:

The only thing I own is my original character (Solange) and the made-up narratives. I am asking nicely once—please do not steal my stories, my plots, or my face claims as your own. I will get disrespectful about it. No shade, but all respect!

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C.4💋

The grand wrought-iron gates of the Rhodes compound rolled back with a quiet, heavy mechanical hum. Outside, the night sky was clear and dark over the valley, but inside the perimeter, ambient amber lighting illuminated the quarter-mile paved driveway winding up toward the glass-and-steel modern estate.

Inside the sleek black SUV, the air was warm, quiet, and filled with the low hum of the climate control.

Solange sat in the front passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the house as it emerged from behind the line of tall pines. She looked stunning in a fitted dark-olive set, her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders, her presence commanding the space even without trying. In the middle row sat Naomi and Rhea Ripley. Naomi was practically vibrating with energy, her eyes glued to the glass windows, while Rhea sat beside her with an easy, confident posture, her dark, striking presence radiating pure enforcer energy.

In the back row sat the Lianes twins—Nakumi Evette Liane and Kamuri Evelynn Liane.

Kamuri was leaning back against the leather seat, checking her phone in the glow of the screen. Her short, finger-waved hair was laid to absolute perfection, her diamond ear stack catching the passing streetlights, and her double tennis chain resting against her collarbone. She looked like a high-fashion editorial come to life, radiating total, unshakeable confidence.

Beside her, Nakumi was staring out the tinted side window.

On the surface, Nakumi’s style was immaculate—a dark, perfectly tailored lounge set, her long dark hair falling down her back with her signature silver-blonde streak framed around her face, and her glossy lips slightly parted. But under the cool exterior, Nakumi’s hands were folded tight in her lap. Her manicured nails pressed lightly into her palm.

She was nervous. Tremendously nervous.

Because tonight wasn't just a casual link-up at a crowded party. Solange had arranged for them to stay at Cody’s estate for an entire week to hang out, relax, and tap into the circle. But Solange, Kamuri, Naomi, and Rhea were the only ones who knew the real truth about Nakumi’s inner fan-girl.

Nakumi had been listening to RAF Sandou’s music for years. Long before he and his rap group, Okashii (alongside Mason Home and Jeffery White), were hitting major charts, she had his underground mixtapes saved on private playlists. She knew every lyric, every ad-lib, every beat drop, and every shift in his tone. Meeting him in a public venue where she could blend into a crowd was one thing; staying under the same roof with him for seven straight days was an entirely different story, especially after remembering the surreal night she had met him and his crew backstage with those VIP passes—a night where her secret adoration had nearly boiled over.

"Nak," Kamuri murmured softly, not even looking up from her phone as she tapped out a text. "If you keep holding your breath like that, you’re gonna pass out before the valet even takes the luggage."

Nakumi shot her twin a sharp, hushed glance, her cheeks flushing a warm pink. "I am breathing just fine, Kamuri."

"You haven't uncrossed your legs in twenty minutes," Kamuri countered, a sly, knowing smirk touching her lips as she finally looked up. "And your chest is practically heaving. Relax, Uce. He’s a guy. A fine-ass rapper, sure, but he puts his pants on one leg at a time just like everybody else."

"She ain't lying, Nak!" Naomi chimed in from the middle seat, turning around with a huge, dramatic grin. "You gotta walk in there like you own the place! Let Sandou sweat a little bit!"

"Naomi, quiet down, you're going to hype her up into a panic," Rhea chuckled softly, her deep voice calm and grounding as she leaned back against her headrest. "Just play it sweet, Nak. Let him come to you. You've got the whole squad right behind you."

"It’s not just that," Nakumi whispered, her voice dropping into a timid, breathless tone as she glanced toward Solange in the front seat. "What if I say something stupid? What if I literally quote one of his deep-cut tracks by accident?"

Solange turned her head slightly from the front passenger seat, offering a warm, reassuring smile. "You won't say anything stupid, Nak. You look gorgeous, and you have total control. Just be yourself. Besides, Sandou doesn't bite... unless you ask him to."

"Solange!" Nakumi squeaked, covering her face with her hands as her cheeks burned even hotter.

Kamuri and Naomi let out a loud, wicked laugh together, while Rhea just shook her head with a dark smirk. "Oh, this week is about to be legendary."

The SUV pulled to a smooth stop under the estate's massive portico. Before the driver could even step out to grab the door, the double glass front doors of the mansion swung wide open.

Cody Rhodes stepped out onto the polished stone steps.

He looked every bit the master of the estate—wearing a relaxed, dark charcoal button-down with the top few buttons undone, rolling his sleeves up over his forearms to reveal his heavy silver watch and custom rings. The sheer authority and warmth in his presence filled the driveway instantly. Behind him stood CM Punk, resting his shoulder against the doorframe with a bottle of sparkling water in hand, watching the driveway with his usual cynical, amused grin.

Cody didn't wait for formal introductions. He walked straight down the steps toward the passenger side, opening the door for Solange himself.

"You made it," Cody said, his voice a low, heavy rumble that immediately grounded the space. His dark eyes locked onto Solange, filled with an intense, undivided warmth that made her heart skip a beat.

"We made it," Solange replied softly, stepping out onto the stone path.

Cody didn't hesitate. He reached out, his broad hand wrapping firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. He leaned down, his lips brushing gently against her cheek before resting near her ear. "I was starting to think I’d have to drive down to the city to fetch you myself," he murmured, his thumb stroking the soft fabric at her hip.

Solange smirked, resting her hand lightly against his chest. "You're impatient, Rhodes."

"Only when it comes to my woman," Cody replied smoothly, a possessive glint in his eyes that made Solange’s smile deepen. He turned his attention as Naomi, Rhea, Nakumi, and Kamuri all stepped out into the crisp night air.

"Welcome to the compound, ladies," Cody said, his voice echoing under the high portico as he gestured toward the open front doors. "I’m glad you all made it up the mountain safely. Everything is set up inside—drinks, food, guest suites are ready. We’ve got the whole week to ourselves, so make yourselves completely at home."

"Appreciate the hospitality, Cody," Kamuri said smoothly, stepping forward with her head held high, her diamond ear stack catching the amber lights. She gave a confident nod, completely unbothered by the grand scale of the estate.

"Nice place, Rhodes," Rhea said with a nod of respect, walking alongside Naomi, who was already inspecting the architecture with wide eyes.

Nakumi stepped out behind her twin, offering a sweet, slightly timid smile. "Thank you, Cody. The place is beautiful."

"Any friend of Solange is family here," Cody said genuinely, guiding Solange toward the threshold. "Come on inside. The whole crew is already in the main living hall."

The main living hall of the Rhodes estate was staggering in its size. High vaulted ceilings featured exposed black steel beams, while floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooked an illuminated infinity pool and the sprawling valley below. Low, plush cream leather sectionals surrounded a massive obsidian coffee table laid out with luxury tequilas, ice buckets, playing cards, and heavy glass tumblers.

As Cody led the girls into the room, the conversations scattered across the lounge ground to a halt.

Standing near the wet bar was Jimmy Uso and his twin brother Jey Uso. Jimmy was in the middle of pouring a shot, while Jey was leaning over the counter arguing with him about music. The second Jimmy saw Naomi walk in, his face lit up with a huge grin. In the shadow of the corner sectional sat Woo Wonjae, his black beanie pulled low over his forehead, his iconic thorns neck tattoo dark and sharp against his neck, his heavy sleeve tattoos on full display as he calmly shuffled a deck of dark playing cards.

Beside the glass doors stood NOSUN, wearing a fitted black beanie and full sleeve ink, leaning against the frame while chatting with Fleeky Bang, who was decked out in a full blacked-out Rick Owens outfit, looking like a high-fashion drill icon straight off a runway.

And sitting on the plush leather couch, holding a glass of amber liquor, was Kim Ha-on and the core Okashii members. Mason Home and Jeffery White were lounging nearby, talking strategy over a beat on a portable laptop, while RAF Sandou sat right beside them. His leather bomber jacket was slung casually over the back of the couch. His dark hair was styled back, and his smoldering, dark eyes were fixated directly on the entrance the exact moment the girls walked through the archway.

"Alright, everybody listen up!" Cody’s voice boomed over the speakers playing low trap beats in the background. He kept one arm firmly wrapped around Solange’s waist, pulling her closer to his side. "Most of you know why we’re here, but let's make it official. This is Solange."

The boys let out a chorus of whistles and cheers. Jimmy pounded his fist on the bar top, shouting, "! WELCOME SOL!"

Cody smirked, tightening his grip on Solange’s hip before gesturing toward the rest of the girls. "And these are her girls—Naomi, Rhea, and the Lianes twins, Nakumi and Kamuri. They’re staying with us for the week, so I expect everyone in this house to act with absolute respect. No bullshit."

"Man, Cody, why you looking at me and Jon when you say 'no bullshit'?!" Jey yelled out, making the whole room burst into laughter. "We are on our BEST behavior, Uce!"

"I'll believe that when I see it, Jey," CM Punk deadpanned from the bar, sipping his water before waving at Rhea and Naomi.

Cody ignored the teasing, turning to introduce his core inner circle to the girls. "You all know Jon and Jey. Over by the bar is Punk. In the corner playing cards is Woo Wonjae."

Wonjae looked up from his deck of cards, his dark, intense eyes softening slightly as he gave a low, respectful nod toward Solange, Rhea, Naomi, and the twins. "Welcome," he said, his voice deep, raspy, and quiet.

"Next to the glass is Joshua aka NOSUN—and Lee Jae-hak aka, Fleeky Bang," Cody continued.

Fleeky gave a smooth, stylish sign with his tatted hand, smirking. "What's good, ladies? Welcome to the compound."

"And over here," Cody said, pointing toward the couch, "we have Mason, Jeffery, Kim Ha-on... and RAF Sandou, from Okashii."

The moment his name was uttered, Nakumi felt her heart literally slam into her throat.

RAF slowly started to stand up from the leather couch. He was tall, broad-shouldered, radiating a raw, magnetic cool that filled the space between them. His dark eyes bypassed Solange, bypassed Rhea and Naomi, bypassed Kamuri, and locked straight onto Nakumi.

He didn't say a word at first. He just stood there, taking her in—her dark waves, her glossy lips, her posture, and that striking silver-blonde streak framed around her face. A slow, heavy, impossibly attractive smirk pulled at the side of his mouth as he saw the subtle shift in her posture, instantly recognizing the quiet, timid energy rolling off her from their prior encounters.

"Welcome to the house, Nakumi," RAF said, his voice a low, raspy velvet that vibrated straight through her chest.

Nakumi swallowed hard, her fingers clutching her small leather bag. "T-Thank you, Sandou... I mean, RAF," she stammered softly, her cheeks turning a bright, rosy crimson.

HAON stood up right behind him, his wire-rimmed glasses catching the ambient light as his gaze locked onto Kamuri. He offered a smooth, confident bow, his smile sharp and charming. "Kamuri. It’s an honor to finally meet you in person outside of the venue."

Kamuri raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow, holding his gaze with total high-fashion defiance, her lips curving into a sharp smirk. "The honor is all yours, Ha-on."

Even though everyone was in the exact same sprawling room, phones were already vibrating in pockets and on marble counters as the two master group chats caught fire.

My girls♥️

| Nao💚: OKAY BUT WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT NAKUMI LITERALLY STAMMERED HIS NAME OUT LOUD IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE ROOM?! 😭😭😭 NAK I AM SCREAMING FROM MY COUCH!

| Kamuri 💎: I CANNOT WITH HER! 😭 RAF didn't even say two words and Nakumi was already turning redder than a strawberry!Twinnieeee, hold your ground!

| Nakumi 💋: KAMURI AND NAOMI PLEASE STOP TEXTING! 😳 My phone is literally buzzing in my hand! I didn't mean to say Sandou, Cody literally just said it and it slipped out! 🙈

| Solange ❣️: Nak, don't worry about it. RAF’s smirk literally widened by ten inches the second you said his name. He loved it.

| Rhea 🖤: He’s intrigued, Nak. A shy twin with silver hair who knows his name? You already have the upper hand, even if you feel nervous. Play it sweet.

| Nakumi 💋: My heart is beating so fast I think Cody’s security team can hear it. 😩

Day 1🩸🍻

| Jon🩸: YO RAF! UCE IS DOWN ASTRONOMICAL ALREADY! 😭 Did y'all see his face when she called him Sandou?! Man almost dropped his drink!

| Jey 🔑: RAF IS COOKED! 💀 Look at him standing by the couch trying to look like a mysterious cool rapper! Uce is sweating in that leather jacket!

| Mason Home🏡: Bro has been down bad since the backstage pass day, let's be honest.

| Jeffery White❄️: Facts. Man didn't shut up about her for two days after the show.

| Haon🌤️: Leave my boy alone! He’s locked in! Meanwhile, Kamuri just gave me the coldest, most beautiful death stare I’ve ever seen in my life. I am in love.

| Fleeky 💥: HAON, you are down bad too! 💀 She looked at you like you were dirt on her shoe and you smiled like you won the lottery!

| NOSUN 🍺: 🤣🤣🤣 Wonjae ain't said a word and he’s laughing at all of us right now.

| Wonjae 🖤: I’m just watching. RAF’s hands are in his pockets because his fingers are shaking.

| RAF 🕶️: Wonjae, shut the fuck up. And Jey, mind your damn business. Nakumi is sweet as hell. I’m making my move during drinks.

| Cody🥂: Keep it respectful, Sandou. That’s Solange’s best friend. But if you blow it, I will personally roast you in front of the entire roster.

"Alright! We are not sitting around acting formal for seven days!" Naomi’s voice boomed from the end of the long marble kitchen island as she began lining up heavy crystal shot glasses. "We are filling these up with tequila, sitting in a circle, and playing Truth or Strip Shot! No excuses, no backing out!"

"Now this is what I’m talking about!" Jey yelled, dropping down onto the massive plush rug in front of the fireplace. "Let’s go!"

The group gathered on the floor and low leather cushions in a wide circle. Cody sat back against the base of the sectional, pulling Solange down directly between his legs. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist, anchoring her against his broad chest, his chin resting near her shoulder as his fingers stroked her hip through her olive set. He made zero effort to hide his absolute possession over her.

Jimmy sat near Naomi, grinning and nudging her shoulder as she poured the drinks, while Rhea leaned back against the couch frame beside Jey, watching the whole room with a dark, amused smile.

HAON strategically placed himself directly across from Kamuri. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his wire-rimmed glasses resting low on his nose as he fixated his gaze on her. Kamuri crossed her long legs, leaning her chin on her hand, meeting his gaze with a sharp, teasing smirk that proved she wasn't easily swayed.

And then there was RAF.

He waited until Nakumi had taken a seat on a plush black cushion before he made his move. Sandou didn't sit across from her—he lowered himself down right beside her, close enough that his warm shoulder brushed against hers, his long legs stretched out on the rug. The rich scent of his cologne—a mix of sweet tobacco, leather, and heavy cedar—instantly washed over Nakumi’s senses.

Nakumi stiffened slightly, her breath hitching as she felt the radiant heat of his body. She kept her eyes fixed on the array of shot glasses in the center of the table, her fingers nervously twirling a dark lock of her hair.

Sandou leaned in close, his deep voice dropping to a low, velvet purr intended only for her ears. "You still nervous around me, quiet girl?"

Nakumi turned her head slowly, her long lashes fluttering as she looked up into his smoldering dark eyes. "I’m not nervous, Sandou," she whispered timidly, trying to sound firm, though her voice lacked any real bite. "I just... don't like loud games."

A low, rumbling chuckle echoed in RAF’s chest. He reached out with two fingers, gently touching the rim of her shot glass on the table, sliding it an inch closer to her hand. "Then you stay close to me. I'll make sure nobody bothers you."

"Is that a promise?" Nakumi murmured, glancing at him through her hair.

"It’s a guarantee," Sandou replied smoothly, a heavy smirk gracing his lips.

The game started off wild. Jimmy lost the very first round to CM Punk after refusing to reveal who his favorite wrestling rival was, forcing him to slam back two heavy shots of dark tequila while Jey clapped and laughed hysterically. Fleeky Bang lost a truth round to NOSUN and was forced to hand over his custom Rick Owens sunglasses for the remainder of the night.

Then, the empty tequila bottle spun across the polished wood, slowing down until it pointed directly at HAON.

"Alright, HAON!" Naomi cheered, pointing her finger at him. "Truth or take two shots!"

"Truth," HAON answered smoothly without a second of hesitation. He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses, his smile confident and clear.

"Out of everyone in this room, who caught your eye the absolute second you walked in?" Naomi asked, her eyes glinting with pure mischief.

The room went dead quiet for a second. Jimmy leaned forward, whispering loudly, "Oh shit, here it comes!"

HAON didn't look at Cody, didn't look at the bottle, and didn't falter. His eyes remained locked firmly on Kamuri’s face.

"Kamuri," HAON said, his voice smooth and clear, carrying zero doubt. "She’s had my attention since the second she stepped through that door, and she’s had it every second since."

The room erupted into absolute chaos. Jey started pounding his fists on the floor, while Jimmy yelled, "SMOOTH UCE! ABSOLUTE GAME!"

Kamuri tried her best to maintain her cool, unbothered high-fashion composure, but a rich, warm blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks. She bit down on her glossy lip, her brown eyes flashing with genuine intrigue as she looked at him. "You talk real confident for a guy who just met me, Haon—though I suppose seeing you perform live gave you enough practice."

HAON grinned. "I told you, Kamuri. I don't just talk. I mean every word."

Beside them, Cody leaned down near Solange’s ear, his breath warm against her skin. "He’s almost as bold as I was with you," Cody whispered, his hand tightening around her waist, his thumb stroking her warm skin.

Solange turned her head slightly, her nose brushing his strong jawline. "Nobody is as bold as you, Rhodes. Don't get cocky."

Cody smirked, pressing a firm, warm kiss against the side of her neck. "I’m not cocky, Sol. I just know what’s mine."

As the night progressed and the music grew louder, the heavy energy in the living hall became overwhelming for Nakumi. While the rest of the crew was busy watching Fleeky argue with Jey over card rules, Nakumi quietly slipped away from her cushion.

She walked down the long, dim, amber-lit hallway toward the east wing of the estate. The corridor featured floor-to-ceiling glass walls that looked out over the quiet inner courtyard and pool. She stopped near the middle of the hall, leaning her shoulder against the cool glass pane, letting out a long, slow breath as she looked up at the stars.

"Get a grip, Nakumi," she whispered to herself, pressing her cool palms against her warm cheeks. "He’s just a person..."

"Lying to yourself isn't going to lower your heart rate, Nak."

Nakumi gasped softly, spinning around on her heel.

RAF Sandou was standing at the entrance of the hallway, his hands tucked casually into his dark pants pockets. He walked toward her with slow, deliberate, predatory steps—like a panther moving through the dark. The faint ambient lighting caught the sharp angles of his jawline, his dark hair, and the intense, smoldering focus in his eyes.

"You followed me?" Nakumi asked timidly, her voice dropping into a breathless whisper as he closed the distance between them.

"You left the room," Sandou said simply, stopping until he was standing bare inches away from her. The heat radiating off his broad body wrapped around her instantly. He reached out, his long, tatted fingers gently catching a lock of her hair, playing with the silver-blonde streak between his fingers. "I don't like when you're far away."

Nakumi’s back pressed flat against the cool glass wall. She was trapped—completely encircled by his heavy presence and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

"Sandou... I have to tell you something," Nakumi confessed softly, looking up into his dark eyes, her honesty breaking through her shy exterior. "I know who you are. Long before tonight, long before the backstage passes... I’ve been listening to your music for years. I know every single track you, Mason, and Jeffery dropped with Okashii. Even the underground ones."

RAF paused. His fingers stilled in her hair. His dark eyes softened with genuine surprise before a deep, impossibly warm, attractive smile spread across his face. He reached up, placing his broad palm against the glass wall right beside her head, leaning down until his face was inches from hers.

"Is that why you've been so timid with me all night?" Sandou asked softly, his raspy voice dropping into a velvet purr that made her skin prickle with heat. "Because you've been a fan of mine all this time?"

Nakumi’s cheeks burned crimson, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "I'm not just a fan... I respect your work. A lot. And actually standing here talking to you in person... it’s different from watching from the crowd. You're... intimidating."

RAF leaned in closer, his lips hovering barely an inch from hers. His dark eyes dropped to her glossy, parted lips before rising to look deep into her soul.

"Forget Okashii, Nakumi," Sandou whispered, his thumb gently reaching up to trace the line of her soft jaw. "Right now, it's just RAF and you. And I don't give a damn about anything else in this house tonight except getting to know you."

Nakumi felt her heart hammer against her ribs. "Sandou..." she breathed his name again, her soft voice sending a visible jolt through his composure.

RAF’s dark eyes flashed with raw intensity. He reached down, his warm, strong hand gently wrapping around the back of her neck, his thumb caressing her skin as he leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

The kiss was slow, deep, and devastatingly possessive.

Nakumi let out a soft, breathless gasp against her mouth, her shy hesitation completely melting away under his heat. Her hands rose, her manicured fingers clutching the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him closer as she kissed him back with a sudden, burning passion that matched his own.

When Sandou finally pulled back just an inch, resting his forehead against hers, both of their breaths were coming in heavy, ragged hitches.

"No more hiding from me, Nak," RAF whispered against her swollen lips, his thumb brushing over her mouth. "You're with me this whole week."

"Okay..." Nakumi breathed out, her eyes shining with pure devotion. "Okay, Sandou."

By 2:30 AM, the living hall had finally gone quiet. The house lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, and the designated guest suites had been claimed—not by debate, but by clear, undisputed ownership.

Cody pushed open the heavy mahogany double doors to the master penthouse suite overlooking the valley. The room was dark, lit only by the warm glow of the gas fireplace and the distant city lights outside the massive glass walls.

The moment the heavy doors clicked shut behind them, Cody turned, pulling Solange into his arms with effortless, commanding power. He lifted her off her feet, his lips locking onto hers in a deep, long-overdue kiss that consumed the room's silence. Solange wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands threading through his hair, letting out a soft sigh as he carried her toward the king-sized bed.

"You're mine for the whole week, Solange," Cody growled against her skin, unbuttoning her olive top and letting it slide to the floor. "No work, no interruptions, no distractions."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Rhodes," Solange whispered back, pulling his face down to meet her kiss.

Across the courtyard, HAON held the door open for Kamuri as she entered the executive guest suite.

Kamuri walked in, kicking off her heels and running a hand through her finger-waved hair. She turned around to face him, leaning her hip against the high wooden dresser with a sharp smirk. "So... you made your big statement in front of the whole room tonight, Ha-on. What’s your next move?"

HAON closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. He removed his wire-rimmed glasses, tossing them onto the bedside table, stepping toward her with an intense, unshakeable drive in his dark eyes. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

"My next move... is spending this whole week showing you that I’m the only man you're ever going to think about again, Kamuri," HAON murmured, leaning down to press a deep, passionate kiss against her lips, making her gasp as his hands pulled her closer.

In the quiet west wing suite, RAF walked in holding Nakumi’s hand tightly in his own.

The shy twin was no longer hiding. She stood before him in the faint amber light of the room, her silver-streaked hair cascading over her shoulders. Sandou pulled her close, lifting her gently to sit on the edge of the high marble dresser, standing between her knees as his hands cupped her face with immense warmth and care.

"You still nervous, Nak?" Sandou asked softly, a warm, tender smile gracing his features.

Nakumi reached up, her arms wrapping securely around his neck, pulling his lips down to hers. "Not with you, RAF," she whispered against his mouth, giving herself over completely to the man who was holding her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Deep into the night, as the mansion settled into peaceful luxury, phones buzzed one last time under the dim lights of the estate.

My girls♥️

| Nao💚: I AM CURRENTLY SLEEPING ON THE COUCH WITH RHEA AND I SWEAR TO GOD I HEARD THREE SEPARATE DOORS LOCK IN THREE DIFFERENT WINGS OF THIS MANSION AT THE EXACT SAME TIME! 😭😭😭

| Rhea 🖤: Naomi, go to sleep. The operations are officially complete. Everyone is right where they belong for the week.

| Nao💚: SOLANGE IS SECURED! KAMURI IS SECURED! NAKUMI IS SECURED! THIS WEEK IS GOING TO BE ABSOLUTE CINEMA! 💋

| Solange ❣️: Goodnight, girls. See you all at breakfast. ❤️

| Kamuri 💎: Goodnight, ladies. 🌤️

| Nakumi 💋: Goodnight... 💋🕶️

Day 1🩸🍻

| Jon🩸: Yo... why is the whole house dead silent right now?! 😭

| Jey 🔑: Uce... THEY ARE IN THEIR SUITES! Leave them alone! 💀 Cody, RAF, and HAON all locked in for the week!

| Mason Home🏡: Let the man work. Goodnight, y'all.

| Jeffery White❄️: Peace out.

| Punk 🍻: Finally, some peace and quiet. Nobody wake me up before noon tomorrow.

| Wonjae 🖤: Mission accomplished. Goodnight, boys.

| NOSUN 🍺: 😴😴😴

| Fleeky 💥: Haon and Raf are down bad 😂😂 night chat

Kiss Kiss Kiss ‘💋

A/N: what we thinking about the Lianes twins and Raf & Haon together ???

C.5 💋

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