His words cut sharper than any blade. "Is that what you want, Silas?" Raphael's voice was venom, his eyes a storm. "To parade yourself like some cheap little spectacle? To let anyone look at you, touch you, use you? Is that all you're worth?" I laughed. Bitter. Hollow. My throat burned with it. "Yes. That's all I am. Isn't that what you see when you look at me? A dancer. A body. A joke." He froze. But I couldn't stop. The words poured out, ugly and trembling, dragging every ounce of my pride into the dirt. "You're right, Raphael. I'm available. For anyone. Throw a collar around my neck and I'll crawl. I'll bark. That's what you want to hear, isn't it? That's all I'll ever be." My voice cracked. My chest heaved. I hated myself for saying it-hated how much I meant it in that moment. My hands shook as I pressed them over my face, trying to hide the tears. Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Then his arms were around me, crushing me against him. His breath hot, ragged at my ear. "Stop," he whispered, desperate. "Don't you dare say that about yourself. I'm so sorry, baby. " I flinched, but he held me tighter. His voice cracked, raw with something I had never heard from him before-fear. "You're not theirs. You'll never be theirs. You're mine. Only mine." He pressed frantic kisses into my hair, down my temple, across my cheeks wet with tears. "Sila... baby... my beautiful baby, don't cry, please. Don't ever think I'd let the world have you." I trembled in his arms, too broken to argue, too desperate to push him away. And for the first time, Raphael's obsession didn't feel like a cage. It felt like the only thing keeping me from disappearing entirely. 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 ⚠️ Warning This book contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers (18+). ✨Please read responsibly. Reader discretion is strongly advised.✨

Theodore Vales 🌸 Do you really hate each other? Because I don't think you do. I've seen hatred before. It is clean. Sharp. Cold. What you two have is anything but. It is fire, restless and consuming. It is tension so thick the air trembles when you walk into the same room. It is silence heavy with everything unsaid, every word buried because neither of you knows how to bleed without drawing blood. And yet-when you reach for me, both of you, your hands brush too close. Your eyes flicker not just to me but to each other, even if only for a second. You think I don't notice, but I do. I notice the longing beneath the fury, the way your anger is only the shadow of something deeper. You both want me. And I-I want you both. But maybe it was never only about me. Maybe it has always been about 'us'. Three. A number most would call too much. Too messy. Too impossible. And yet, in the way you breathe, in the way you break, in the way you burn-I see it. Three is the only way this story could ever be told. So I'll ask again. Do you really hate each other? Or is hate just another word for everything you're too afraid to confess? A story of rivals, longing, and the kind of love that breaks all rules. 🌸🌸🌸☁☁☁🌸🌸🌸 ⚠️ Viewer's Discretion is Advised ⚠️ This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult audiences. Trigger / Content Warnings: Explicit romance & intimacy❤‍🔥 Polyamory / Throuple dynamics (M×M×M) Jealousy, possessiveness, and intense emotional conflict Mafia elements (power dynamics, violence references) Strong language & sarcasm galore Emotional angst, heartbreak, healing Aftercare, vulnerability, messy love Read at your own risk 💫 #ThroupleRomanceNovel #MxMxM #SoulmateAU #IntenseRomance #ChaoticLoveTriangle #Polyamory #AngstAndAftercare #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurnButSpicy #QueerRomance #DarkRomanceVibes