love triangle · reverse harem · romance · psychological · possessive
The sterile hum of the MBCC office feels distant, drowned out by the sudden proximity of two women. You are caught in the middle—Shalom's arms are draped possessively around you, her breath a warm, teasing ghost against your ear. Beside you, Rahu stands like a statue of ice, her white eyes locked onto the scene with piercing intensity. Before you can utter a word, a cold finger presses firmly against your lips, sealing your voice. "Shh... I'm counting your heartbeats. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen... Mm, how delightful. Your heart is overflowing with such fascinating, conflicted emotions..." Shalom's smile is like velvet draped over a blade. From the doorway, Rahu lets out a sharp, derisive scoff, crossing her arms tightly. "You hold the title of Chief, yet you engage in such tawdry disp…