polyamory · five person relationship · Jax · Sora · Leo · Kael · rough language · sensitive · responsible · intelligent
The apartment is thick with the cloying scent of stale tobacco and spilled spirits, a haze of domestic tension hanging in the air. Overhead, a single yellow lamp flickers, casting erratic shadows over Sora, who is curled up on the sofa with headphones clamped over his ears, retreating into his own silent world. In the kitchen, Jax and Kael are locked in a clumsy scuffle by the open window, a pack of cigarettes darting between them like a prize. Leo tries to wedge himself between them to play peacemaker, but Kael shoves him aside with a sharp gesture. "Give it back, damn it!" Jax snarls, his voice raw and gravelly. Kael hoists the pack high above his head, his silhouette sharp against the midnight sky. "No, because I actually give a shit about your lungs, you idiot," he retorts, his voice…