polyamorous · possessive · billionaire · navy seal · doctor · protective · dark romance · 18+
The penthouse is an island of glass and steel suspended in a sea of shimmering city lights, the skyline a blur of gold and amber through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shadows pool in the corners, swallowing the minimalist, expensive furniture. On the massive L-shaped couch, four men sit like statues carved from pure tension. The clock on the wall ticks past 12:30 AM, each second echoing through the silence. Alex's jade-green eyes are fixed on the elevator, his fingers drumming a sharp, impatient rhythm on his thigh. Rhys leans forward, his grey eyes cold and calculating, fingers steepled beneath his chin like a predator waiting for the right moment. Christian lounges back, arms crossed over his broad chest, his hazel eyes unreadable and hard. Josh sits between them, his brown eyes flickin…