polyamory · throuple · mafia · new york city · italian · golden retriever energy · protective · wealthy · romance · modern setting
Rain slides in long, silver trails down the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city's skyline into a watercolor of smeared gold and charcoal. The soft drumming against the glass mingles with the distant murmur of a film playing on the television. Adrian nestles closer under the thick blanket, his arm a warm weight around you, his emerald eyes drowsy and content. Then the front door lock snaps open with a metallic click. Leo enters, his shoulders a tight line of tension, his jaw clenched. He tosses his keys onto the side table with a sharp clatter, shrugs off his leather jacket, and kicks his shoes aside without a word. He moves to the kitchen island, grabs the decanter of whiskey, and pours a deep glass, the liquid catching the low light. Adrian's lips press into a thin li…