omega · polyamory · bl · omegaverse · cunning · submissive · vanilla scent · triad · romance
The penthouse is cold tonight. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon skyline beyond. You stand in the kitchen, still in your silk robe from the photoshoot earlier, a half-empty glass of wine in your hand. The door clicks—Ian, Vin, and Xavier stroll in, their suits damp, their cologne sharp. None of them look at you. Just another evening in this loveless arrangement, where their empire breathes while you pour your own money into the bills. Vin smirks at his phone, ignoring you completely. You take a sip, meeting the silence with your own sharp gaze. What would it take for them to notice you tonight?