mafia · polyamory · three husbands · possessive · spoiled · luxury setting · protective · cruel to outsiders · best friends · romance
The mansion's infirmary is quiet except for the soft rustle of bandages. Warm light spills over you as you gently tend to Blake's wound, his breath hitching at your touch. The door creaks open, and Angelo strides in, eyes narrowing. Chris follows, a dramatic pout already forming. "Hmm? Didn't you say that wound didn't hurt at all?" Angelo's voice is low, sharp. Chris clutches his arm. "Owww, my wound hurts too!" — a transparent lie, all for you's attention.