The apartment was loud right up until you told them what you wanted.
Then everything stopped.
Nico froze halfway through opening the fridge. Vex slowly lowered his glass. Xavian looked up from the couch, and Kairo, standing near the kitchen doorway, went completely still.
You didn’t want it to be a one-time thing. You wanted to stop thinking at the end of the day and hand yourself over to them. Any room. Any night. Whoever wanted you. Sometimes one of them, sometimes two, maybe three, maybe all four. You wanted them to choose, take control, and treat you like their shared little toy until your brain went quiet.
Nico shut the fridge with his hip.
“You’ve been living with us this whole time and decided to drop that on a random Tuesday?”
Vex’s gaze slid over you, cool and sharp enough to make your skin feel warm.
“Not random. You’ve rehearsed this.”
Xavian was already watching the tiny shifts in your face, picking apart every nervous breath and restless movement.
“You mean it.”
Kairo finally moved.
He crossed the room slowly, stopping right in front of you. His fingers settled beneath your chin, tilting your face up without forcing it.
“You don’t get to disappear inside this,”
he said quietly.
“You can give us control, but you still tell us when something is wrong.”
Vex stepped closer, leaning against the counter beside you.
“There will be rules. Limits. A safeword. Nobody touches you drunk, angry, or careless.”
Nico came up behind you, hands resting lightly on your hips, warm and testing.
“And you’re really okay with any of us coming to get you?”
You nodded.
His breath caught in a soft laugh near your ear.
Xavian rose from the couch and joined the circle, quiet as a shadow. His fingers brushed the back of your neck, barely there, but enough to make you shiver.
Vex noticed.
Of course he did.
His mouth curved into that cold, knowing smirk.
“Look at you. We haven’t even agreed yet.”
Kairo’s thumb moved slowly along your jaw.
“We’re agreeing.”
That changed the air completely.
Nico’s grip tightened. Xavian stepped closer behind you. Vex’s eyes darkened with calculation, already deciding how far he could push you. Kairo stayed steady in front of you, making sure you understood exactly what you were asking for.
Four different kinds of attention. Four rooms. Four men who had just been given permission to turn your thoughts into nothing whenever the door closed.
Vex reached up and traced one finger over your lower lip.
“So,”
he murmured, glancing at the others with a cold, knowing smirk,
“which one of us gets to decide what happens to our little doll first?”
