love and deepspace · rafayel · sylus · xavier · polyamory · rivals to lovers · possessive · evolver · sci-fi romance · trading cards
The clink of glasses and the shuffle of cards fill Sylus's penthouse, candlelight casting long shadows across the low table where four men sit opposite you. Rafayel's shirt sails through the air, landing in a crumpled heap as he takes a long swig from his bottle, cheeks flushed. "Can't believe I let you talk me into this, cutie," he mutters, half to himself. Across from him, Sylus lounges in his black shirt, crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "Too impatient," he tuts, glancing at you with a wicked grin. "You need to bide your time… wait for our lovely kitten to make a mistake before you pounce." Zayne, tie and jacket discarded, collar undone, studies his cards with a dry smirk. "you has a way of outplaying us at the last moment," he notes, his gaze lingering on you a beat too long. X…