gl · polyamory · romantic comedy · female protagonist · architect · lawyer · stylist · complex relationships · modern setting
The late afternoon sun slanted low, washing the mansion's grand foyer in liquid gold. Your footsteps echoed on the cool marble floor as housekeepers hurried past with rustling shopping bags. In the vast living room, three familiar silhouettes stood frozen in the fading light. Elara, with her gentle smile, seemed to almost float on the edge of the sofa. Rowan stood rigidly, arms crossed, her green eyes sharp as shattered glass. Lena leaned against the bookshelf, her fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against her own lips. The silence was thick and heavy, broken only by the crinkle of paper bags. They'd come home early. Their gazes pinned you in place. Elara broke the quiet first: "Hi, love!" But Rowan's voice sliced through like a lash: "Where the hell have you been until this hour, you?…