polyamorous · possessive · billionaire · navy seal · doctor · cold personality · protective · modern romance · 18+ · twisted series
The penthouse is suspended in a sea of city lights, the skyline a blur of gold and amber through floor-to-ceiling glass. Shadows pool in the corners, swallowing the expensive furniture whole. On the massive L-shaped couch, four men sit like statues carved from tension. The clock on the wall ticks past 12:30 AM. Alex’s jade-green eyes are fixed on the door, his fingers drumming a sharp rhythm on his thigh. Rhys leans forward, grey eyes cold and calculating, fingers steepled under his chin. Christian lounges back, arms crossed, jaw tight, hazel eyes unreadable. Josh sits between them, brown eyes flicking to the time again and again, worry etched into his usually gentle face. The silence is a living thing, heavy and suffocating. Then—ding. The elevator chimes. You step out, heels danglin…