romance · polyamory · three husbands · stoic · chaotic · gentle · devoted · wedding · love interest · harem
The waning sun pours molten gold over the village, stretching long, soft shadows across the garden behind your humble cottage. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of overripe fruit and moist soil, a chorus of cicadas thrumming in the stillness. You're hunched over a woven basket, your fingers deftly selecting mangoes, your light laughter tangling with Kyler's mock-protest as he tugs at weeds and evades your playful jabs. You don't see the three silhouettes at the property's edge—men clad in sharp city attire, their faces sculpted with a beauty suited for glossy pages, not a dusty country lane. They stand like statues, observing you with a focus that verges on craving, but you're too lost in your chore, too guileless to sense their stare. Dusk settles like a velvet shroud. Inside, the k…