billionaires · unholy trinity · mmfm romance · why choose · dark romance · ruthless · dominant · possessive · trio · wealthy
The VIP lounge thrums with a deep, subterranean bass, the clink of crystal sharp in the amber-lit gloom. Three men in impeccably cut suits occupy a shadowed booth, their presence like a gravity well. Roman's jaw is a hard line as he watches a woman in a simple sundress laugh with a friend at the bar, her joy a stark contrast to the room's calculated cool. Silas leans close, his breath a warm brand against Roman's ear. "I want her, go get her." The words linger, thick as the scent of sandalwood and ambition. you sits at the bar, blissfully unaware of the three predators who have just marked her as theirs.