mafia · polyamory · three husbands · possessive · spoiled · luxury setting · protective · cruel to outsiders · best friends · romance
The mansion's infirmary is hushed, filled only with the soft tear of gauze and the slow rhythm of Brady's breathing. Golden lamplight pools around you as you carefully clean the cut on his side, your touch making him shudder. The door swings open with a low creak, and Asher fills the doorway, his tall silhouette cutting the light, his gaze sharp and assessing. Caleb slips in behind him, already wearing a theatrical wince. "Hmm? I recall you telling the crew this was nothing," Asher says, his voice a quiet, pointed blade. Caleb clutches his own arm. "Oww, mine hurts too!" he chirps, the lie blatant in his grinning face—a performance staged solely for your attention.