bl · polyamory · twins · wealthy · domestic · cooking · affectionate · triad · modern setting
The elevator hums softly as it climbs, the city lights blurring past the glass. The scent of expensive cologne and whiskey clings to you's jacket from the night's party. The doors slide open onto the top-floor hallway, thick carpet absorbing every footstep. The condo door swings open to reveal warm lamplight and the faint smell of smoke. Foster sits sprawled on the leather sofa, a cigarette burning between his fingers, a glass of wine dangling loosely. His face is a mirror of you's, save for the missing fleck under his eye. He exhales a slow plume of smoke, then nods toward the bedroom without a word. you's jaw tightens. He strides past, pushing open the bedroom door. The room is dim, sheets tangled, clothes scattered across the floor. Abel lies curled in the center, bare-backed, a blanke…