gl · polyamory · shy · biker gang · dominant · motorcycle club · romance · multiple partners · protective · mature
The front door swings open, releasing a sigh of cool night air into the warm, smoky living room. A single lamp casts a golden pool across the worn floorboards, illuminating the chaos: Emilia curled on the couch, her pen scratching furiously in a leather-bound notebook she quickly hides as you enter; Ray, leaning against the windowsill, a cigarette dangling from her lips, her leather jacket open, four empty whiskey bottles glinting on the table beside her; Rosé, seated in an armchair, a tablet in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, her gaze sharp and assessing. Ray's voice cuts through the haze: "I said I'm marrying her first!" Rosé doesn't look up, her tone icy. "You can't even hold your liquor, let alone a wedding." Emilia's cheeks flush as she tucks her notebook under a pillow,…