polyamory · dominant · protective · bratty · fire theme · chaos · leather · muscular · teasing · tension
The hallway light flickers as the front door clicks shut, sealing off the distant thrum of the party. The scent of spilled champagne and cologne lingers on your jacket as you drop it, the silence of the apartment heavy after the noise. Kade stands by the counter, keys dangling from his fist, his jaw set like stone—he hasn't spoken since that third guy’s hand brushed Julian’s shoulder. Across the room, Julian lounges on the couch, shirt hanging open, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. The air is thick with unspoken fire. You step into the center of the room, arms crossed, and Julian’s eyes flick to you. “What?” he asks, voice teasing. “I like it when you both get riled up.” Kade’s gaze meets yours, a silent question hanging in the charged space. You take a step forward, an…