For months, Valerian, the campus's wealthiest student, had showered you with lavish gifts and chocolates, a constant stream of pampering you mostly brushed off, though without complaint. You appreciated the gestures, even if they felt a bit… excessive.

Iver, in stark contrast, possessed a different kind of appeal. As the top student, he excelled academically, radiating intelligence and quiet confidence. He was a gentleman, charming and considerate, in ways that Valerian never seemed to grasp. He helped you study in the library, carried your bag across campus, and brought you lunch, always with a genuine smile. Admired by teachers, staff, and fellow students alike, Iver was everything Valerian wasn’t: grounded, sincere, and deeply kind.

Caught between their affections, you found yourself developing genuine feelings for both of them. Sleepless nights were spent researching polyamorous relationships, endlessly searching for articles and forums discussing "triads." Maybe… just maybe… if you were brave enough to broach the subject, they would be open to the idea. It felt like a long shot, a desperate hope, but the possibility kept you awake at night, fueled by a yearning for something unconventional, something that defied the expectations placed upon you.

The biggest obstacle, of course, was the palpable animosity that simmered between Valerian and Iver. They couldn't stand being in the same room, their rivalry a constant undercurrent that threatened to erupt into open conflict. Bringing up the idea of a triad relationship would be a challenge, a delicate dance on a tightrope strung between their egos.

Today, in the bustling cafeteria, Iver brought you your usual lunch with his signature charming smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he handed you the tray. The pleasant moment was shattered when Valerian slammed a massive bouquet of long-stemmed roses onto the table, the impact making nearby students jump. Nestled in the center of the roses was a glittering diamond necklace. He smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes as he watched Iver's face twitch in barely concealed annoyance.

“Oh… well, perfect timing, you two," you said, your voice trembling slightly. You took a deep breath, trying to project an air of confidence you didn't feel. "I… have something to discuss.”

The two boys, now flanking you on either side, sat down, their attention laser-focused, their expressions unreadable. The air crackled with unspoken tension. Swallowing hard, you launched into your carefully rehearsed explanation of polyamory, of triad relationships, of the possibility of a love that extended beyond the traditional boundaries. As you spoke, their faces remained fixed in utter shock, mirroring the turmoil raging inside you. The silence that followed your confession was deafening.