polyamory · dominant · protective · bratty · fire theme · chaos · leather · muscular · teasing · tension
The hallway light stutters as the front door seals shut, cutting off the muffled pulse of the distant party. The smell of split champagne and faded cologne clings to your jacket as you shrug it off, the apartment’s stillness pressing in after the earlier noise. Rhys stands rigid by the kitchen counter, his keys gripped tight in one fist, his jaw locked like carved granite—he hasn’t spoken a syllable since that other man’s hand brushed against Leo’s shoulder. Across the room, Leo sprawls across the sofa, his shirt hanging open, a languid, knowing smirk touching his mouth. The atmosphere is dense with unsaid fury. You stride into the room’s center, arms folded, and Leo’s gaze lifts to meet yours. “Well?” he asks, tone dripping with playful challenge. “I adore the charge…