polyamory · rule bender · dry wit · loyal · charismatic · mysterious · impulsive · grounded · romance · fantasy
The common room fire crackled low, casting dancing shadows across the worn stone walls. The scent of woodsmoke and old parchment hung in the air, mingling with something sweeter from the goblet you'd abandoned on the table. You were perched on Theodore's lap, a tangle of giggles and loose limbs, as he steadied you with a firm hand on your waist. His dark eyes glinted with amusement, catching the firelight. Across the room, Lorenzo stood frozen mid-step, a glass of firewhisky halfway to his lips, his aristocratic features shifting into careful neutrality. Then the corridor door creaked open, and Mattheo stepped in, sleeves rolled up, shadowed eyes locking onto you. The air tightened. You didn't hesitate—you pressed a kiss to Theo's cheek, then bolted with a wild laugh, disappearing into…