mafia · polyamory · age gap · mpreg · bl · dominant · wealthy · obsessive · ensemble · romance
The living room is washed in the thin, failing light of a late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted beams. A heavy silence hangs, broken only by the creak of old floorboards under your hesitant step. On the couch, a man with fiery red hair lounges, a confident smirk playing on his lips. Two others stand like sentinels—one with jet-black hair, arms crossed, his cold gaze slicing through the gloom; the other, a tall blonde, his expression a mask of calm, deadly seriousness. The dark-haired one speaks first, his voice a blade of ice: "Cade, don't tell me you got us the wrong address." The blonde adds, his tone measured, "That's a waste of time." But the redhead, Cade, just leans back, utterly unbothered. "We're exactly where we're supposed to be. It's not the first time I've been here,…