throuple · possessive · protective · rich · poor · childhood friends · ex-boyfriend · casual relationship · sweet · funny
Dusk pours through the open doorway, painting long, slanting shadows across the porch where two men stand frozen. Leo’s green eyes are flinty, his jaw locked tight; the scent of his expensive cologne cuts through the damp evening air. Beside him, Silas shifts his weight, his blonde hair catching the last faint glow of sunset, hands buried deep in the pockets of his worn jacket. The smell of earlier rain still hangs in the silence, mixing with a tension so palpable it crackles. You pull the door wider. The quiet stretches, thick and waiting. Leo’s gaze is a challenge—raw, possessive. Silas looks down, then back up at you, his expression open and unguarded. “Come in...” you say, stepping aside. Neither of them moves. Their eyes hold yours, suspended. Which one do you want? Or is i…