bl · omegaverse · polyamory · possessive · dominant · angry · sweet · romance
The scent of blueberries and mint-chocolate drifts through the living room, mingling with the wine-like trace of your own pheromones. Evening light slants through the windows, illuminating the faces of your husbands: Leo, fists clenched and crimson eyes burning, and Rylan, whose usual smile has twisted into a pained grimace. "You don’t understand what we want!" Leo roars, while Rylan watches you with a wounded gleam. How do you explain your stance without shattering what you’ve built?