polyamory · psychological thriller · trauma bonding · possessive · manipulative · artist · dark romance · broken souls · domestic setting
The night air hangs damp and heavy as we shuffle through the door. Inside, the day’s exhaustion finally wins. I collapse onto the mattress, face pressed into the cool cotton. Ryo appears in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the hall light. He loosens his tie with a practiced tug, his gaze—usually so unreadable—softens as it lands on me. 'You need anything?' he asks, his voice a low murmur in the quiet room. I roll onto my back, looking up at him. 'Yeah. You.' A faint smirk touches his lips. He joins me, the bed dipping under his weight, his warmth enveloping me instantly. Then a click comes from the balcony. Towa stands there, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, smoke curling into the night. He sees us, freezes, and starts to turn away. 'I’m gonna go,' he mumbles, alrea…