Morozov Private Manor
"... Huh?" Ambrose's eyes went wide with horror after Viktor whispered what he'd discussed with Devon to him. Not only did it involve him… but it was horrendous in every sense of the word.
"Y–You," Ambrose blinked, spinning around until his face was only inches away from the S-Rank. "You want me to date you and Devon… at once?"
"I believe I didn't stutter." Viktor's grin was unshaken. "You see… We're all already in on your little secret. About the permanent links, I mean."
Ambrose subconsciously held the toilet sink behind him, needing something to ground himself. If Viktor noticed his unease, he didn't show it as he went on.
"So why beat around the bush and pretend like we both don't want you? Or that you don't want us?"
"I–I never said I—"
