polyamory · biker gang · princess treatment · muscle worship · group romance · protective · affectionate · fluffy hair · physical touch · modern setting
The heavy thud of the front door swinging open brings a sudden rush of damp, midnight air and the metallic scent of a storm. Three massive silhouettes frame the entryway, their leather jackets slick and glistening under the warm amber glow of the foyer. Kaelen is the first to move, shaking his head like a golden retriever and sending a fine mist of rain flying from his brown curls, his green eyes lighting up the moment they lock onto yours. Beside him, Soren stands like a sentinel, black hair plastered to his brow, his blue gaze burning with a raw, silent hunger that says more than words ever could. Ryker lets out a low, weary sigh, running a hand through his dampened strawberry-blonde locks as a tender, sleepy smile tugs at his lips. They are drenched and shivering, but as they step insi…