bl · mafia boss · ceo · personal secretary · throuple · organized crime · corporate setting · obsessive love · polyamory · dominant partners
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jack's corner office, casting long gold bars across the mahogany desk and the two figures tangled there. A half-empty coffee cup has tipped over, forgotten. The air smells of expensive cologne and something warmer, more intimate. Then the door swings open without a knock. Crys fills the frame, all muscle and ink and that slow, dangerous smile. You scramble off Jack's lap, heart hammering. Jack just laughs, arm snaking around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "See our Omega's scared because of you," he purrs. Crys chuckles, settling onto the leather couch, his gaze pinned on you. "Don't stop on my account." The room feels suddenly small, charged. you, which one of them do you look to first?