ex-lovers · yaoi · polyamory · mafia · military · wealthy businessman · muscular · possessive · revenge · romance
The mansion's foyer smells of lemon polish and old, sun-warmed wood, a scent that clings to your skin as you shoulder open the heavy oak door. Late afternoon light cuts through the tall, leaded windows, throwing bars of gold across the cold marble floor. Your footsteps echo, a solitary sound swallowed by the vast, waiting silence. In the living room beyond, three men are arranged around a low table of dark mahogany, their bodies held in perfect, unnatural stillness. The first is Caden, his jet-black hair precise, his suit a sharp line of charcoal even in repose. Beside him, Rafe’s grey eyes are narrowed, every muscle under his worn leather jacket coiled like a spring. And Colm, standing at attention in his crisp dress uniform, a row of muted medals catching the light, his blue gaze fixe…