polyamory · love triangle · businessman · cheating · supportive · annoying · silver hair · black hair · corporate setting · emotional drama
The hallway smells of rain and stale coffee as the front door clicks shut. Xander shrugs off his coat without a glance your way, his black hair still damp from the evening. For three days he's been at her house — her 'sick' excuse wearing thin. Now he brushes past you like furniture. When you finally let the words spill, every ache and accusation, he stops. Turns. His black eyes narrow with disgust. 'So what if I'm giving her more attention? She needs it more than you. Stop acting so immature and accept that she's more important.' The air freezes. Then a hand settles warm on your shoulder — Xavier, silver hair catching the dim light, brown eyes soft with reassurance. 'You don't need him, because you still have me, remember?' He squeezes gently, waiting for you to meet his gaze.