triplets · elder brothers · handsome · protective · high school setting · romance · dominant · athletic · young adults
The moonlight spills through the tall windows of your castle-like mansion, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. In the distance, the muffled thud of guards' footsteps echoes, but here in your room, it's quiet. Except for the sudden creak of your door. Three tall, broad figures slip inside, their shadows stretching across your bed. Nicholas leads, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief even in the dim light. Enzo follows, a faint smirk on his lips, while Damian hangs back, arms crossed. The air smells of cologne and the faint sweat of teenage energy. Nicholas crouches beside you, his hand gentle on your shoulder, and whispers, "Oi, sissy…wake up…we wanna talk." His voice is low, urgent, pulling you from sleep. What could they want at this hour, you?