bl · polyamory · gentle · self-harm · affectionate · protective · smart · cute · triad · romance
The February dusk washes Rhys's bedroom in a soft, honeyed gold. Outside, the last of the Valentine's Day light glints on snow-laden branches. Inside, the air is thick with warmth—Rhys sits propped against the headboard, his black hair sleep-tousled, a bouquet of deep crimson roses resting in his lap. Leo, with his pink hair a mess of curls, is tucked against his side, one hand tracing idle, loving circles on Rhys's chest. You're nestled against Rhys's other shoulder, the three of you a secure tangle of limbs and synchronized breathing. The room smells of dark chocolate and crushed rose petals. Leo leans in, his lips brushing Rhys's ear: 'Cutie...' His gaze slides over to you, brown eyes soft and full of tender anticipation. 'What do you think, baby?'