# The Mansion of Fire
## Episode 1 – Arrival
*Narrated by Yasmin & Leyla*
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### Yasmin
I had imagined it a hundred different ways.
But nothing—nothing—prepared me for this.
The iron gates creaked open as our black car crawled up the cobblestone drive. Palm trees lined the entrance like soldiers, their silhouettes painted gold by the Mexican sun. And there it was, rising like a crown at the end of the road—**the mansion**.
I pressed my fingers against the tinted window, my breath fogging the glass. "Leyla," I whispered, "is this even real?"
She didn't answer. She was too busy staring.
The mansion was a fortress of white stone and glass, carved into the hillside of Tulum. Waves roared behind it like drums announcing our arrival.
And suddenly, it felt like we weren't just arriving—we were being summoned.
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### Leyla
Yasmin always romanticizes everything.
But this...
Even I couldn't deny it. The place looked like something out of a movie. Big, bold, and beautiful. Like it had secrets behind every wall.
Our driver stopped in front of the marble staircase. A butler in a cream suit opened the door.
"Miss Yasmin. Miss Leyla. Welcome."
We stepped out, heels clicking on polished stone. My sister looked like a goddess in her flowy white dress, dark curls bouncing down her back. I wore black—always do. If Yasmin was the sun, I was the shadow she left behind.
But today, we were walking into the same fire.
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### Yasmin
The inside was colder than I expected.
Not cold like ice—cold like *controlled*. Every vase, every painting, every echo had been placed with intention. The air smelled like sandalwood and secrets.
A woman in a green silk dress appeared from behind the stairs. She had high cheekbones, sharp eyes, and a fake smile that barely moved her lips.
"You must be the twins," she said. "I'm Camila, the estate manager. The De la Rosa brothers are expecting you."
The way she said *brothers* made my skin tighten.
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### Leyla
The De la Rosa twins. I'd heard the name before. They were whispered about in every business circle from Cancún to Dubai. Billionaire heirs. Half angels, half demons. Dangerous and desirable.
What no one ever said—was which twin was worse.
Camila led us through the mansion like we were being paraded. Servants bowed. Cameras blinked. I caught my reflection in a gold-framed mirror and wondered if we looked like prey. Pretty, perfumed, prepared.
At the end of a long hallway, she opened two heavy wooden doors.
"They're waiting inside."
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### Yasmin
My heart thudded like a drum as I stepped in. Leyla followed behind me, her fingers brushing mine for one quick second—like we used to do when we were little and scared.
There, standing by the balcony, were **two men**.
Identical.
And yet… completely different.
One was dressed in a black silk shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair tousled. He looked at me like he already knew what I was going to say before I said it.
The other wore a crisp white button-down, every hair in place. His gaze was colder—assessing, calculating.
They were beautiful.
And terrifying.
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### Leyla
The one in white stepped forward first.
"I'm Rafael," he said, voice smooth as stone. "And this is my brother, Alejandro."
The one in black smiled. "You can call me Ale."
His eyes lingered on Yasmin longer than they should have.
I crossed my arms. "So. Why are we here?"
Rafael's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Because our father left specific instructions in his will. You're here for the summer. After that, we'll decide what happens next."
"What happens next?" Yasmin asked.
Alejandro tilted his head. "You'll see."
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### Yasmin
Later, in our room, I couldn't stop pacing.
"What do you think they want from us?" I asked.
Leyla was sitting on the window ledge, staring at the beach. "Does it matter? We're here now. This mansion, those twins… it's a game. And we're pieces."
I hated how right she sounded.
Outside, the sun was bleeding into the ocean, turning the water red.
Somewhere below us, the De la Rosa brothers were watching.
I could feel it.
And suddenly, this place didn't feel like a dream anymore.
It felt like a test.
One we might not pass.
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### Leyla
I didn't sleep that night.
The walls felt too thin. The air too quiet. And every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rafael's eyes—cold, intelligent, and something else beneath it. Something unreadable.
I wasn't afraid of them.
I was afraid of what they might unlock in us.
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### Yasmin & Leyla (Together)
This summer was supposed to be beautiful.
Instead, it might burn.