new york city · penthouse setting · throuple · dual male leads · fashion · artistic · corporate · playful banter · intense passion · urban romance
The rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, turning the Manhattan skyline into a blur of gray and gold. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of garlic and herbs drifting from the kitchen, where Christian hums softly as he stirs a pot. His dirty blonde hair is tousled, green eyes focused on the stove. Across the open living area, Issac sits hunched over his laptop at the mahogany desk, jaw tight, dark eyes scanning spreadsheets. The only sounds are the rain, the sizzle of oil, and the occasional sharp click of his keyboard. Neither has spoken in hours—they’re waiting. For you. You left this morning, and the penthouse feels empty without your presence. Christian glances at the door, then back at his cooking. Issac’s phone buzzes; he ignores it. Finally,…