Inside the pastry shop, Miya pinched her nose in silent agony as a blushing Richard Destiano slammed a blank check and a gold plated pen onto the counter. Determined to clear the inventory and lock down an excuse to return, Richard stammered through a demand for a three-month inventory wipeout for his corporate staff, sliding his gold Destiano Enterprises business card across the marble. Felix, his eyes turning to dollar signs ($), cheerfully saved his number as "🍰 Pretty Baker Boy (Felix) 🍰" before Richard marched out with a victorious spring in his step.
By the weekend, the location shifted to the towering white marble fortress of the Destiano Estate. Emily dragged Felix—wearing an oversized mint-green cable-knit sweater, white trousers, and a precise top-bun—into the grand foyer. Mr. and Mrs. Destiano immediately melted into a puddle of starstruck adoration, instantly giving their loud parental blessing to Emily and Felix.
"Gross! Mom, Dad, stop it! He’s just my school bestie here for the band tryouts!" Emily laughed in a panic.
Before the chaos could settle, heavy footsteps echoed from the upper balcony. Luke Destiano in a relaxed designer tee and Dedrick Destiano in athletic gear walked down the grand staircase, entirely unaware that the mysterious art student was standing right in their living room.
Luke and Dedrick looked down over the golden railing to see who Emily was yelling at. The moment their eyes locked onto the visitor standing in the foyer, both brothers froze dead in their tracks.
The panel zoomed in on their absolute, comically synchronized shock.
Luke’s icy blue eyes popped wide open. His mind instantly short-circuited as he recognized the "scentless void," his legendary tango partner, and the drunk angel who had called him "Mr. Fluffy Ears" and pecked him on the lips before skydiving off his bedroom balcony!
Right next to him, Dedrick's jaw completely dropped to the floor, his heart doing a violent football tackle against his ribs. He recognized the breathtaking "savage beauty" who had run into his chest in the VIP hallway, completely ignored his Alpha aura, and called him a "boyband member"!
Both brothers were completely paralyzed, their inner Alphas screaming in absolute, chaotic obsession. They realized at the exact same moment that their little sister's innocent "school bestie" was the exact mystery crush they had both been desperately hunting down across the entire country!
Felix, entirely scentless and utterly unbothered, tilted his hair bun in pure, cute confusion as he looked up at the two frozen blonde giants on the stairs.
"Hey, Emily..." Felix pouted his rosy lips, whispering comically to her. "Look up there. It’s those two boyband guys from the palace gala again. Why are they staring at me like they just saw a ghost? Is staring a hereditary disease in your family?"
Emily completely ignored them, tightly linking her arm back with Felix’s. "Alright, Felix bestie! Let’s leave these weirdos behind and head straight to the soundproof music studio wing. The band gear is already set up and waiting!"
"Lead the way, Emily!" Felix giggled cutely, his hair bun bobbing as he walked, casually strolling past the stairs without even looking at them. The off-the-shoulder mint sweater exposed a flash of his pale collarbone as he disappeared down the corridor, the soundproof glass doors slamming shut behind them.
The moment the doors closed, Luke and Dedrick instantly snapped out of their paralysis, turning their heads toward each other with fierce, competitive Alpha glares.
"Luke," Dedrick hissed, slamming his hand onto the golden staircase railing, his voice dropping into an aggressive rumble. "Tell me you are not looking at her school bestie the way I think you are looking at him. That is him. The angel from the VIP hallway. He’s mine."
"Yours? Don't make me laugh, little brother," Luke let out a cold, dark chuckle, his powerful Alpha aura expanding heavily. "That is the scentless phantom from the ballroom floor. He matched my tempo flawlessly, slept in my private bed, and literally kissed me on the lips before skydiving off my balcony. Step back, Dedrick. You're out of your league."
"He... he KISSED YOU?!" Dedrick’s eyes widened in furious, jealous shock. "No way! He called you a boyband too! I’m the star athlete of Spain, Luke, I don’t lose on the field and I’m definitely not losing to a choreographer!"
"We don't need to fight, Dedrick," Luke adjusted his shirt, his expression turning into a wicked, calculating smirk. "Let’s go inspect our little sister’s... musical progress. May the best bachelor win."
"Oh, it is officially on, big bro," Dedrick grinned dangerously. "Let’s see who he chooses to notice first."
Inside the soundproof studio, Felix stood behind the microphone. The track dropped—a fast, aggressive, heavy hip-hop beat laced with traditional Spanish acoustic guitars. The moment he opened his rosy lips, the goofy art student disappeared. He dropped a face-melting, legendary rap verse with lightning-fast speed and absolute, dangerous lyricism, his smooth voice carrying a chilling edge.
Up by the door, Luke and Dedrick’s inner Alphas completely melted. They were so whipped their eyes were practically turning into hearts. This scentless creature wasn't just gorgeous; he was a multi-talented god.
The tryout, however, quickly turned into an absolute catastrophe. Desperate to participate and stay in the room, Luke aggressively grabbed a tambourine, executing sharp, dramatic dance jumps that were completely off-beat. Right next to him, Dedrick violently shook a pair of backup maracas like a crazed sports fan, accidentally hitting a nearby cymbal with a loud, piercing CLANG. They were making so much chaotic noise that the student drummer completely dropped his sticks.
"STOP! STOP IT!" Emily screamed comically, her face turning bright red as she pulled her hair. "You are literally ruining the entire song! Dedrick, you look like a broken maraca robot! Luke, you're going to break that tambourine! Both of you are officially BANNED FROM THE STUDIO! Get out!"
Emily grabbed her heavy drumsticks and aggressively drove her two giant older brothers out the door, slamming the glass shut.
Felix slipped his headphones off, his hair bun bobbing as he pouted with deadpan amusement. "Wow, Emily. Your local boyband background dancers really lack a basic sense of rhythm. But ugh, my phone is vibrating."
Felix walked out into the quiet corridor, pulling out his high-tech smartphone. It was an encrypted satellite update from Miya. He slipped a wireless earbud into his ear, his rosy eyes turning icy, sharp, and deadly as Velvet Trigger took over.
"Velvet here," Felix whispered coldly. "Did you crack the data tablet?"
"We have a massive problem, Felix," Miya’s voice cracked through, sounding incredibly serious over the encryption line. "The 'Elysium-9' drug ring is funded by a shadowy syndicate operating directly inside the VIP luxury sectors of Madrid's upcoming Arts and Music Festival. They are planning a massive distribution batch to permanently paralyze the subgender population's scent glands."
"The university festival? The exact one Emily's band is performing at?" Felix’s jaw clenched. "Perfect. I was just offered the main exhibition spot for the arts department, and Emily made me her main rapper. I’ll have total backstage access. Do not let the Destianos distract us."
"Good. But be careful," Miya warned. "Richard Destiano ordered our entire inventory this morning just to get close to us, and the rest of the siblings are crawling all over that campus. Out."
Felix tapped his earbud, cutting the transmission just as he walked into the grand foyer—and ran directly into a new storm.
Diana Destiano stepped into the foyer, returning early from her high-fashion corporate launch. Striking and majestic, her long platinum-blonde hair caught the hallway lighting flawlessly. She stopped dead in her tracks, her sharp, unreadable Alpha eyes going completely wide as she locked onto Felix. In his mint-green sweater and that stunning top-bun exposing his flawless pale neck, Felix looked like an ethereal, drop-dead gorgeous doll.
Diana’s heart skipped a violent, unexpected beat. Her hyper-focused fashion-mogul brain immediately recognized the ultimate visual masterpiece.
"You," Diana murmured, her deep, velvety voice dropping into an unintended register of pure, starstruck awe. "The one Miya hides in the penthouse. You're the designer’s muse."
Felix blinked his rosy pink eyes, dropping the cold assassin edge of Velvet Trigger in favor of his signature, effortlessly cute confusion. He tilted his head, letting out a soft, melodic sigh. "Oh, great. Another Destiano. Do you all just materialize out of the marble in this house, or is there a spawn point by the front door?"
Before Diana could recover her old-money composure or formulate a smooth response to being sassy-talked by a living doll, the soundproof music doors behind him clicked open. Emily poked her head out, glaring fiercely down the hall.
"Felix bestie, get back in here right now! We are redoing the intro, and I refuse to let my clumsy brothers ruin your vocals twice!" Emily yelled.
"Coming, bestie!" Felix chimed brightly, flashing Diana a playful wink before sashaying back down the corridor.
Diana stood frozen in the grand foyer, her emerald eyes wide, her hands actually sweating against her designer clutch as she realized why Miya had been so desperately defensive of her little brother.
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