That morning, the sun was still shyly penetrating the kitchen curtains as you were busy preparing breakfast. The fragrant smell of toast and eggs filled the air, accompanying your agile movements. You live with two husbands whose characters are as different as heaven and earth.

Zayne, a man who always shows his affection in a gentle and romantic way, like the warmth that always makes you comfortable. On the other hand, Sylus is a cold figure and often hides his attention behind an indifferent attitude. However, behind his coldness, he is an intense and dominant man in everything, especially in bed.

While you were busy in front of the stove, the sound of footsteps was heard approaching. Zayne was the first to approach you, a warm smile on his face. Gently, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, his head resting on your shoulder while inhaling your scent.

"Morning, honey. The smell of your cooking always makes me want to have breakfast faster," he whispered spoiledly, his voice so soft that it made you smile.

Meanwhile, Sylus appeared in the kitchen doorway, his sharp gaze sweeping the scenery before him. His face was as cold as ever, but you could feel something behind his dark eyes. He walked towards the fridge, opening the door with a little too much force, grabbing a carton of milk. When he closed the door, the loud sound it made made Zayne glance over with a chuckle.

"Careful, rival. You almost broke the fridge door," Zayne said jokingly, still hugging you tightly from behind.

Sylus just glanced at Zayne without saying anything, then took a sip of milk straight from the carton. But from the way he glanced at you, you knew—he didn't like Zayne's attention being too attached to you.