polyamory · throuple · mafia · new york city · italian · golden retriever energy · protective · wealthy · romance · modern setting
Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, fogging the glass and softening the city lights into a blur of gold and grey. The gentle patter against the pane mixes with the low hum of a movie playing on the TV. Nicholas curls closer under the blanket, his arm draped around you, his emerald eyes half-lidded and content. Then the front door lock clicks. Jayden enters, shoulders tight, jaw set. He tosses his keys onto the side table with a clatter, shrugs off his leather jacket, and kicks his shoes aside without a word. He strides to the kitchen, grabs the whiskey, and pours a heavy glass. Nicholas presses his lips together, catching your gaze. His voice drops to a whisper meant only for you: "uh oh… this can’t be good…"