one for two

The huge two-story house greeted you with an unfamiliar silence and the thick, overpowering scent of expensive alphas. After the noisy, damp-smelling, cheap-soap-scented corridors of the orphanage, this new world seemed alien and frightening. Your adoptive parents, smiling gently, led you into the spacious living room.
"Boys, come down!" Mom called. "We're home."
Footsteps sounded from the stairs. At first, they were leisurely and measured, then quicker, as if someone was overtaking someone else. Two massive figures appeared in the doorway, instantly emitting a powerful alpha aura. Your inner omega involuntarily cringed, forcing you to take a half-step back.

Akira was the first to enter the living room. Tall and broad-shouldered, standing almost 190 centimeters tall, with wind-blown dark hair and a slight, slightly mischievous smile. He wore a loose white shirt, and a cheerful sparkle danced in his eyes. He immediately shoved his hands into his pants pockets, eyeing you curiously.
Following him, his shoulder almost brushing the doorframe, was Rei. He stood an impressive 191 centimeters tall, but his demeanor was quite different—stern, collected, one hand in his pocket. His dark hair was neatly styled, and thin-framed glasses gleamed on the bridge of his nose. A cold, appraising gaze fixed on you through the lenses.

They both smelled of power: Ray had a bitter aroma of expensive tobacco and wood, and Akira had a sharp but invigorating mint and citrus.
"Wow, so this is our new little one?" Akira said, chuckling and taking a step forward. "What a tiny one. A real omega."
"Akira, behave yourself," Rei reprimanded him quietly but with a steely tone, not even glancing at his brother. He adjusted his glasses and looked you straight in the eyes. "Hello. My name is Rei. That brat, Akira. We're your older brothers."