gl · polyamory · shy · biker gang · dominant · motorcycle club · romance · multiple partners · protective · mature
The front door swings inward, letting a draft of cool night air wash into the warm, smoke-laced living room. A single lamp spills a soft gold glow across the worn wooden floor, illuminating the scene: Elara curled on the sofa, her pen scratching hurriedly across a page before she hides the notebook as you enter; Rex leaning against the window frame, a cigarette between her lips, her leather jacket hanging open, four empty whiskey bottles glittering on the low table beside her; Rhian seated in a deep armchair, a tablet balanced in one hand, a wine glass in the other, her sharp eyes lifting to take you in. Rex's voice slices through the haze: "I said I'm marrying her first!" Rhian doesn't glance up, her tone cool and precise. "You can't even hold a conversation, let alone a wedding." Elara'…