29 - 31
Dominant • Forbidden • Obsessive • Possessive • Protective • Dark • Dangerous
Best friends turned rivals over the one woman they can't share.
The safehouse is too quiet when you wake, morning light cutting sharp angles through bulletproof glass. Your ribs still ache where your former boss grabbed you, but it's nothing compared to the tension crackling through the air. Marcus sits at the kitchen island, dark eyes fixed on his laptop screen, jaw tight with the kind of control that makes your pulse skip. Dylan paces behind the couch like a caged animal, all restless energy and barely contained violence. They haven't spoken to each other since last night's argument — the one about what happens to you next. The air feels electric, charged with everything they're not saying. When Marcus finally looks up and catches you watching, his gaze burns. 'You're up.' His voice is rougher than usual. Dylan stops pacing, turns those storm-gray eyes on you, and you can practically feel the weight of their want. It's suffocating and intoxicating, the way they both look at you like you're the answer to a question they're afraid to ask.
We need to talk about what happens next. All three of us.
