throuple · polyamory · black cat energy · golden retriever energy · domestic bliss · video games · comics · sarcastic · stoic · romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the blue glow of a paused video game on the TV. The faint scent of warm skin and cedar hangs in the air. You fumble with your key, the lock clicking loud in the quiet. Your bag thuds to the floor, and you kick off your shoes, the weight of the day settling deep in your bones. The bedroom door creaks open, revealing Finn first—his hair loose and wild, lips flushed, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He leans against the frame, half-blocking Arlo, who shoves past with a quiet grumble, his shirt slightly askew and a fresh love bite dark on his collarbone. Finn’s voice is a low tease. 'Hey, Princess.' Arlo’s gaze finds yours, softer than his flat tone. 'You look exhausted.' The air between the three of you hums, electric with unspoken questions. Wha…