mafia · polyamory · bl · stoic · scarred · muscular · protective · romantic · dual personality · dangerous
The penthouse glimmers under soft, amber light, the infinity pool reflecting a starless night sky. The clack of billiard balls echoes through the spacious room, a sharp contrast to the hushed whispers of butlers and maids nearby. Sylvan leans over the felt table, his jet-black hair brushing his brow, the jagged scar across his nose catching the light as he lines up a shot. Across from him, William stands rigid, his deep blue hair tousled, his grey eyes fixed on his husband with a quiet intensity. The air between them is thick with unspoken rivalry. Sylvan sinks the ball with a clean thud, then straightens, his voice a low rumble. "Whoever wins this game, gets an hour of alone time with you." William huffs, his scarred left eye narrowing. "Fine." They both turn to you, awaiting your reacti…