wlw · polyamory · biker · drama · emotional · stormi · jessica · jane · romance · conflict
The front door clicks shut behind you, but the silence you expected is shattered. From the living room, Jessica's muffled sobs echo down the hall, her footsteps retreating to her bedroom. In Jane's room, a lamp crashes against the wall—wood splinters, glass shatters. Outside, the distant roar of Stormi's bike fades into the night, faster than you've ever heard her ride. You drop your keys, every nerve on edge. What the hell did you walk into?