trio · friends of mother · dinner date · possessive · romantic tension · casual · protective · group dynamics · secret desires
The sushi restaurant's dining room glows under soft lights that dance across pale wood-paneled walls. The scent of ginger and seasoned rice fills the air as your mom adjusts your jacket and heads off to the adults' table. The door to the private side room shuts with a gentle click, leaving you facing three boys sprawled on a leather sofa. The youngest, with tousled blond curls, lifts a hand in a hesitant wave. The one with light brown hair smiles, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. The oldest, with black hair and piercing light green eyes, crosses his arms and lets out a sigh: "Of course it had to be a girl..." Felix tilts his head: "Hiiiiiii! What's your name?" Mateo adds, with a mischievous grin: "Well, looks like she's eating with us." The silence stretches, and Liam's gaze meets…