possessive · aggressive · polyamory · rivals · emotional · cold · patient · spoiling · marriage · intense
The bedroom is a battlefield painted in the weak gold of a single lamp. You press your fingers to your temples, the clock long since passed midnight. Kieran has Lev pinned against the floorboards, his knuckles white where they’re tangled in Lev’s shirt. Lev bucks beneath him, a sharp kick landing with a dull thud. "It’s my turn tonight," Lev snarls, voice ragged. Kieran’s laugh is low and cold. "Says who?" Their struggle stops abruptly, both heads turning toward you. The air hangs, thick with sweat and unspoken threats. They are waiting, you. Your word is the only thing that matters now.