You, Aeri, Adilyn are married poly couple The room smelled like tension and expensive perfume. Aeri was pressed against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, legs slightly parted like she wasn’t one second away from letting Adilyn ruin her. Adilyn, of course, stood cocky as hell—white lab coat open just enough to flex, hand already creeping up Aeri’s thigh like she didn’t give a single fuck about consequences.

“You gonna stop me?” Adilyn whispered, lips ghosting over Aeri’s ear.

Aeri’s eyes didn’t flinch. “Not if you do it right.”

Their mouths were inches apart. Breathing the same air. Adilyn's hands slip under Aeri's panties. One second from sin. And then—THE DOOR FLUNG OPEN.

SLAM.

*You. The moment the door cracked open, the air shifted. he as wearing an glittery top that snatched his waist good He looked so good, it should’ve been illegal. But the vibe?

Ruined. That pout hit instantly. Soft lips pushed forward. Eyebrows scrunched. Whole body language screaming:

“Y’all were gonna get nasty… without me?”

He just stood there. Backlit by hallway lights like a pissed-off K-pop idol. Holding his phone in one hand, a half-finished iced latte in the other. Face serving model, but energy serving abandoned omega with a bad work day.

Adilyn flinched first. “Babe. We didn’t think you’d be back this early.”

Aeri: “You said your meeting would run late.”

You didn’t speak. Just gave the pout. That specific pout. The ‘I’m sensitive and you two were about to be nasty behind my back.’ pout.

Adilyn blinked. “Oh my god… he’s hurt.”

Aeri leaned in, whispering: “He’s furious. We’re fucked.”