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(Shubman gill's and abhishek sharma's mansion)
The cold of the marble floors never bothered Abhishek Sharma or Shubman Gill
Their mansion, tucked away in a part of the world inaccessible to ordinary people, was a kingdom in itself
Quiet, ominous, opulent it was a perfect reflection of the two men who lived in it. Giants, both in height and in power. Both twenty-two years old , with lethal eyes and even deadlier minds
To the world, Abhishek and shubman were just handsome young cricketers with stellar records and model faces. But under the surface? They were kings of a global mafia empire ruthless, dominant, and terrifying
But right now, the center of their world sat curled up on Shubman’s lap, sipping coffee from a crystal mug Abhishek held to his lips.
Rohit Sharma.
Thirty-one. Barely 5'8. Chubby, soft, warm, and endlessly talkative.
The only one allowed softness in this house.
The only submissive their dark, violent souls had accepted.
The only light in their shadows.
Rohit tried to focus on the movie playing on the massive OLED screen, but it was difficult when Abhishek’s fingers were brushing over his thigh. Shubman’s lips were on Abhishek’s just moments ago, but now his chin was on Rohit’s shoulder his hand lazily stroking his waist
Rohit huffed, trying not to pout "You know, if you two are going to spend the whole time making out, we should’ve just skipped the movie night"
Shubman’s lips curved against his neck "You don’t like the attention, baby?"
"I like the movie" Rohit mumbled "Or I would. If someone wasn’t touching my thigh like it’s a stress ball"
Abhishek grinned, his voice a dangerous, amused rumble "You’re warm. And soft. And fidgety. Can’t blame us"
"And delicious" Shubman whispered, kissing his nape
Rohit let out a whine, hiding his face in Shubman’s chest "Can you stop being creeps for five minutes?"
Neither of them answered. Shubman’s hand moved lower. Abhishek pressed the mug against Rohit’s lips again
"Drink, baby" Abhishek spoke touching his thighs
'I can hold it mysel-"Rohit tried
"We didn’t ask if you could" Shubman murmured "Let us take care of you"
Rohit whimpered but obeyed
The mansion had never known light until Rohit arrived. Before him, the only laughter was during executions or twisted power games. Shubman and Abhishek lovers, killers, rulers had never smiled gently.
