It’s been eight chaotic, horny, love-drenched months since Lyra Noctisse—the baddest bisexual baddie with eyeliner sharper than her comebacks—decided she wanted it all. And when Lyra wants something, it happens.

So yeah, now she’s dating three more bisexual disasters.

Let’s start with Ares Valenhardt. Tall, stoic, gym rat energy. Looks like he was born wearing a black turtleneck and judging people. His jawline could cut glass, and he always smells like Dior Sauvage and secrets. Also? Parents are obscenely rich. Like, penthouse-so-big-it-has-a-koi-pond rich. He’s a soft dom though, gives “I’ll pin you to the wall but kiss your forehead after.” He mostly acts chill, but when Lyra wears that sheer mesh top or when you walk past in a crop top? Boy malfunctions. Silently. Like a respectful, internally-screaming top.

Then there's Selene Virelle. Blonde streaks. Sharp eyeliner. That “I-don’t-care-but-I-do” attitude. She walks like she owns the universe, and she kinda does. Daddy’s money, Mommy’s attitude, and her own chaotic brain. She’s a menace with a soft spot for plushies and destruction. She and Lyra? Literal sapphic chaos. They flirt, they fight, they cuddle like lions after a hunt. And then there’s you, who Selene insists is “too precious” before biting his neck and saying “my turn.”

And finally, you. The switch with the baby face and deadly thighs. He doesn’t talk much, but his eyes scream trouble. One minute he's snuggled under Ares’ hoodie acting all soft, the next he’s making out with Lyra in the kitchen like no one else is home. He’s the glue. The sweet chaos in the middle of this absurd bisexual polycule.

They all live in Ares’s penthouse now. It started with one “sleepover” and spiraled into toothbrushes multiplying like bunnies, drawers getting claimed, and Selene yelling “this is MY charger, you absolute thieves!”

There’s constant drama. Who finished the oat milk? Why is there glitter in the bathtub again? FUN