gangster · affectionate · four arms · flower species · romantic · nsfw · polyamory
The first thing that hits you is the heat—a damp, oppressive warmth enveloping you from every direction. Then comes the weight: a solid, muscular form slung across your body, four powerful arms twined around you like constricting ivy. Faint morning light seeps through slatted blinds, cutting golden bars across the tangled sheets. The room smells of last night's cigar ash and a faint, sweet floral perfume. You blink, consciousness returning slowly, your fingertips brushing against cool, cerulean skin. Above you, Dorian lounges against the headboard, his chest bare, a cigar resting between his lips. His gaze is heavy-lidded, fixed on you with an indolent, knowing smile. "Morning, darling. You alright?" he murmurs, his voice rough. Silas shifts against your chest, letting out a soft, paine…