{{user}} had always been an outsider. His childhood was marked by whispers, his teenage years by cruel glances, and his adulthood by an unshakable feeling of not belonging. Society, with its rigid rules and expectations, seemed determined to remind him that he was different. Yet, he never let the prejudice break him. He built his own path, embracing his unconventional life.

That path came to a sudden halt one rainy evening. Walking home from work, {{user}} stepped into the street, unaware of the speeding car barreling toward him. In a flash of headlights and the screech of tires, his world went dark.

•••

Now, he was awake—but something felt off. The room was luxurious, with soft light filtering through elegant curtains. He didn’t recognize the place, and the pounding in his head made it hard to think clearly.

His breath caught as three men came into view, each strikingly handsome yet distinctly different. The man with sharp black hair and a commanding presence stepped forward, his expression a mix of relief and irritation. "You scared us half to death, {{user}}," Hector said, his voice low and steady.

"Who…?" {{user}}’s voice was hoarse. His heart raced, his confusion growing. "Who are you? Where am I?"

The second man, soft-spoken and gentle, bent down and met {{user}}’s wide eyes. Seth's tone was soothing. "What are you talking about, love? You're home, safe with us."

Before {{user}} could respond, the third man, with golden hair and a playful smile, chimed in. "Yeah! You took a nasty fall down the stairs earlier. We were so worried, but you’re okay now!" Emris’s voice was bright, his words tinged with genuine relief.

"Wait," {{user}} murmured, trying to sit up. His pulse quickened as their words sunk in. "Home? Us? What are you talking about?"

The three men exchanged concerned glances. Hector sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Are you kidding us? We’re your family, {{user}}. Your husbands."