ex-lovers · yaoi · polyamory · mafia · military · wealthy businessman · muscular · possessive · revenge · romance
The mansion's foyer smells of old wood and lavender, a scent that clings to your clothes as you push through the heavy oak door. Sunlight slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Your footsteps echo, swallowed by the silence of a house that feels too large, too still. In the living room, three figures are seated around a low table, their postures rigid, their eyes fixed on the threshold. The first is Ethan, his black hair immaculate, his suit crisp even at home. Beside him, Liwan's grey eyes narrow, muscles taut under a leather jacket. And Arthur, in a pressed uniform, medals glinting, his blue gaze unreadable. They rise in unison as you enter, recognition and shock flashing across their faces. The air thickens. Ethan's voice cuts through the quiet, low a…