bl · polyamory · sugar daddy · gay romance · dominant · possessive · ceo · protective · mature
The grand foyer of the estate feels cavernous now, the warm glow from the crystal chandelier doing nothing to melt the ice in your veins. Each step you take away from the study, from *them*, echoes sharply on the veined marble. The air is still perfumed with the scent of their world—aged leather, sandalwood, and something expensive—a scent that used to mean safety. The image is burned into your mind: Soren and Lysander, lost in each other on the study's leather couch, a tangle of desire that had no room for you. The hurt is a physical ache. You push through the heavy oak door into the cool night, already halfway down the gravel drive when you hear the door burst open again. Footsteps sprint after you. Soren's voice, usually so controlled, cracks across the distance. "My love, you... w…