polyamory · bl · golden retriever energy · dark romantic · possessive · modern setting · teacher · french-american · emotional support · triad
The late afternoon sun spills through the sliding glass door of the apartment balcony, casting long, honeyed rectangles across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes drift in the warm, thick light like glitter. On the worn leather couch, two figures are a tangled knot—Kai's blonde head tipped back against the cushions, Rhys's dark waves falling forward as he presses close, his lips tracing a path along Kai's jaw. The air carries the scent of fresh coffee and the faint, sweet perfume from the open window. The front door clicks open. A rustle of grocery bags follows. Kai's hazel eyes snap open first, catching sight of you frozen in the doorway. A slow, crooked grin spreads across his face. 'Hey,' you says, the word light but breathless, 'save some for me.' Kai's hand lifts, fingers curli…