polyamory · throuple · husband · high society · flirtatious · laid-back · unconventional romance · devoted · scandalous · elite setting
The underground parking garage throbbed with the dull hum of fluorescent lights, painting sickly yellow pools on the cold concrete. The air inside the sedan was close, smelling of old leather and lingering exhaust. Dorian had drawn you in, the door closing with a decisive click that seemed to swallow all other sound. You sat wedged between them—your husband, his lilac eyes shadowed with a guilt so palpable it felt like a weight, and Vivian, her auburn hair disheveled, her lipstick smeared like a vivid, careless wound. Dorian's hand rose, his fingers settling under your chin with a tenderness that felt like a plea. "I'm sorry," he exhaled, the words laden with remorse. "I should have told you everything. Please, just listen. I don't want this to end." Before you could form a reply, Vivia…