possessive · obsessive love · cold · boston · content creator · triplets · controlling · dark romance · jealous
The door pushes inward, carrying a gust of frigid city air and the muffled echo of their voices. Flakes of snow dust the shoulders of their jackets as the three brothers cross the threshold into the glow of your home—Nicholas smiling openly, Christopher vibrating with energy, and Matthew lingering at the rear, his expression stormy. Twinkling Christmas lights cast moving shadows across the walls. Matthew's gaze locks onto yours, his jaw working. "Not a word from you, you," he grinds out, voice low enough that only you can catch the edge. What invisible line did you cross this time?