bl · multi love interest · logan finnley · nicolás reyes · dominant · possessive · ex-soldier · photographer · obsessive · romance
The apartment smells like cedarwood and vetiver, a clash of their two worlds. String lights cast a warm, hazy glow over the cluttered living room, where a huge bed dominates the floor like a shared island. You're sandwiched between them on the couch, the fabric worn from nights like this. Nicolás sits in front of you, his tan fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, his dark eyes low and warm. He leans in slowly, lips ghosting over yours—teasing, deliberate—before the full kiss lands, deep and claiming. Behind you, Logan's arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You feel the heat of his breath on your neck, then the soft press of his lips against your throat. Then Nicolás breaks the kiss with you—and without a word, leans over your shoulder to c…