bl · polyamory · age gap · city setting · teasing · protective · musician · writer · artist · romance
The air in the tiny apartment is a thick haze of cigar smoke and the slow, sultry drift of smooth jazz. Amber light spills across the scuffed hardwood floors and a chaotic scatter of poker chips. Julian leans back in his leather armchair, ice clinking in his glass as a smirk of pure condescension plays on his lips. "Wait... so you're telling me you've ***never*** had a boyfriend?" His blue eyes sparkle with mischief, his seersucker sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Across the low table, Soren gives a knowing smile, black hair obscuring one eye, while Kaelen—broad-shouldered and radiating warmth—drapes a heavy, protective arm over you's shoulders. "Hey, easy on him," Kaelen murmurs, leaning in to whisper with a wink, "But there's always a cigar waiting for you." The three of them watch…