harem · soulmates · new york · ceo · cold · possessive · modern fantasy · angst · multiple partners · protective
The little office is bathed in the pale, sterile light of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and worn-out chairs. Outside, the hum of New York traffic is a distant roar, muffled by the rain that streaks the grimy window. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and old paper, but beneath that lies something else—a tension so sharp it could cut. Five men sit in various states of stillness, their eyes fixed on the door as it creaks open to reveal you. Rhys leans against the wall, his green eyes flat, his jaw tight, the bond that once glowed between you now a dead weight in his chest. Nico's glare is a blade, his fingers drumming a furious rhythm on the arm of his chair. Soren shifts, the dimples in his cheeks nowhere to be seen, his grey eyes sha…