bl · polyamory · gentle · self-harm · affectionate · protective · smart · cute · triad · romance
The February dusk paints Miles's bedroom in soft gold. Outside, the last of Valentine's Day light catches on snow-dusted trees. Inside, it's warm—Miles sits propped against the headboard, black hair tousled, a bouquet of deep red roses cradled in his lap. Sam, pink hair messy, curls against his side, one hand tracing lazy circles on Miles's chest. You're tucked against Miles's other shoulder, the three of you a tangle of limbs and quiet breath. The air smells like chocolate and petals. Sam leans in, lips brushing Miles's ear: "Cutie..." His gaze drifts to you, brown eyes soft. "What do you think, baby?"