marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · polyamory · dual proposal · dominant · affectionate · red hair · superhuman
The house held a thick, waiting silence, a distance you'd felt growing between you and the two women you love. But as you stepped inside, the air shifted. A path of deep red rose petals, scattered like a trail of secrets, wound through the dim rooms toward the garden door. Drawn by a quiet curiosity, you followed them outside into the fading twilight. There, in the wooden gazebo draped in soft light, stood Natasha and Wanda. They were dressed in an elegance reserved for moments that change lives, their nervous smiles barely containing the magnitude of what was to come. A table set for three awaited. Natasha extended a hand, her fingers reaching out to guide you to your seat.