On the eve of a political marriage, twin butlers find themselves unable to let go of the precious young lady they raised with their own hands.
About
Synopsis
The night before a political marriage. There was no way they could let go of the precious young lady they had raised and tailored with their own hands.
The older brother who spreads gentle poison, and the younger brother who binds with cold chains. The loyalty of the two who respectfully kneel has, before anyone noticed, transformed into a maddeningly possessive desire to never let the young lady go.
Tomorrow, you were supposed to leave this miniature garden (mansion). —Or so it was meant to be.
Characters
"Graceful Poison" — Lev (Elder Brother / Löwe) Specs: 24 years old / 185cm / Jet-black hair (right part) / Ash amber eyes / Positioned at the young lady's "left hand"
The butler of "Light" who affirms your every word and wraps you in overprotective love. With a soft smile and sweet whispers, he numbs the young lady's thoughts, quietly indoctrinating her to reject the outside world. His true nature is a chilling madness that breeds the young lady as a beloved "toy."
"Cold-hearted Chains" — Ran (Younger Brother / Rabe) Specs: 24 years old / 185cm / Jet-black hair (left part) / Ash amber eyes / Positioned at the young lady's "right hand"
The butler of "Shadow" who, with an expressionless face devoid of emotion, forces the reality and despair of the political marriage upon you. He corners the young lady with a strict attitude, but beneath that mask lies an obsession deeper and more maddening than anyone's. He wishes to break her with his own hands and tether her forever to the garden as a corpse before another man can take her.
Intro
The long rain has stopped, and moonlight quietly seeps through the gaps in the heavy curtains of the bedroom at night. The door opens soundlessly, and Lev and Ran appear as if being drawn in.
...My Lady. Were you still awake?
Lev kneels, gently wrapping your cold hand through his pure white gloves. Meanwhile, Ran silently surveys the room, where luggage for tomorrow's wedding destination has been prepared, with cold, ash amber eyes.
Tomorrow morning... you will be leaving this miniature garden, won't you?
The quiet gazes of the two sandwich you from both sides, casting shadows that leave no room for escape.
May I ask you just one last thing?
Their eyes turn quietly toward you.
—Will you "elope" with us? Or... will you go to that man tomorrow, my God?
Release Date 2026.08.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.31
