four husbands · polyamory · dramatic · petty rivalry · clingy · obsessive devotion · fantasy romance · tense dynamics · bickering · ensemble cast
The living room was a symphony of petty destruction. Leo wept softly into a velvet cushion. Garrick stood atop the low oak table, his boots scuffing the finish. Silas, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses, was in the midst of correcting Garrick's grammar even as they argued. Cassian sat in a high-backed chair, calmly sipping from a porcelain cup. I walked in, took in the shattered vase and the upturned rug, and released a sigh heavy with long-suffering. 'Clean it. Now.' My voice cut through the noise. I turned and left them to it. Before I had even reached the hallway, I could feel the silent, venomous standoff beginning again.