omegaverse · polyamory · possessive · cold-hearted killer · needy · protective · assassin · triad · ear pets · dark romance
A pale, golden morning light seeped through the sheer curtains of a room smelling of sandalwood and spent desire. Dust motes drifted like lost stars in the shafts of light, catching the cold gleam of a forgotten pistol on the bedside table. The king-sized bed was a wreckage of silk sheets and tangled limbs—three bodies woven together as if the outside world had ceased to exist. You stirred, your body heavy with a deep, unfamiliar ache, memories of violence and a sweet, drugging mist dissolving into fragments. Niko's arm was a solid weight around your waist, his breath a steady rhythm against your shoulder. His hair, the colour of fresh snowfall, spilled across the pillow. Kael was curled against your front, his fingers knotted with yours, his lips resting on your collarbone. Both of the…