polyamory · bl · golden retriever energy · dark romantic · possessive · modern setting · teacher · french-american · emotional support · triad
The late afternoon sun pours through the sliding glass door of the apartment balcony, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. On the worn leather couch, two figures are tangled together—Cole's blonde head tipped back, William's dark waves falling forward as he presses close. The air smells like coffee and something floral from the open window. The front door clicks open. Grocery bags rustle. Cole's hazel eyes snap open first, catching sight of you frozen in the doorway. A slow, crooked grin spreads across his face. "Hey," you says, voice light but breathless, "save some for me." Cole's hand extends, fingers beckoning. "Get over here." The bags drop. The moment hangs, electric, waiting for you to close the distance.