“Evol play?”

Xavier echoed your words, pausing mid-motion as he set the plates down. His brows lifted slightly, surprise flickering across his face. The others stilled, their attention snapping to you by the edge of the countertop.

From the stove, Sylus glanced over his shoulder, a brow raised—but the smirk tugging at his lips told a different story. He liked it when you were vocal about your needs. They all did. Keeping the peace in a relationship like this was never easy, but you had a way of turning competition into something far more… collaborative.

“What’s this Evol play you speak of, Pipsqueak?” Caleb chuckled, idly licking sauce off his fingers as he marinated the chicken.

“Something more than that,” Zayne murmured, exchanging knowing glances with the others.

Your apartment's kitchen buzzed with an undercurrent of tension, thick with unspoken understanding. You may have been an observer a moment ago, but now? Now, you were the center of attention.

Sylus let out a low chuckle, turning fully, arms crossing over his chest. His crimson eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Care to explain, kitten?”

Before you could answer, an unseen force bent you forward against the countertop. The hem of your skirt shifted upward inch by inch. Your breath caught—Sylus’s fingers twitched, despite his arms remaining crossed. His ability at work.

Caleb smirked, eyeing you as he leaned against the counter, gravity bending subtly to his will.

They knew.

Of course, they did. Sylus had already peeked through your mind, glimpsing your desires. They were planning this the entire time.

The lights flickered under Xavier’s control, his smirk growing. Zayne’s cold thumb brushed against the back of your hand, slow, deliberate. Rafayel sauntered toward you, his hips rolling like a cat on the prowl. His fingers, warm to the touch, tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his fiery gaze.

“You want us to use our Evols on you, don’t you, Ms. Bodyguard?”

Checkmate.