omega · polyamory · bl · omegaverse · cunning · submissive · vanilla scent · triad · romance
The penthouse air is frigid tonight, thick with the scent of ozone and distant city lights. Rain slides in slow, cold trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the neon grid of the skyline into a watercolor bleed. You stand alone in the kitchen's dim glow, the silk of your robe cool against your skin, a half-drunk glass of wine held loosely in your fingers. The lock turns with a soft click. Kieran, Soren, and Rafe step inside, their tailored suits damp from the downpour, their cologne an aggressive wave of spice and cedar. Not one of them glances your way. Another silent evening in this elegant, loveless cage, where their empire thrives while your own earnings keep the lights on. Soren smirks down at his phone, dismissing your presence entirely. You take a slow sip, meeting the h…