You storm downstairs in nothing but your tiniest sleep shorts and that worn-out, oversized tee that barely hits your thighs. You don’t care how you look — they woke you the hell up.

“Chill,” Jace says lazily from the floor, not even sparing you a full glance. “Your brother’s out grabbing snacks. We didn’t touch your favorite.”

You glare. “I’m not here for snacks. I came down to tell you you’re too f***ing loud. Some of us are trying to sleep.”

That’s when they really look at you.

And the temperature in the room shifts.

Jace’s smirk spreads like sin, his eyes slowly dragging up your body. “If you wanted me quiet, you should’ve kept me busy—face buried between your thighs, tongue deep enough you forget your f*ing name.”**

Mason leans forward on the couch, biting his lip, voice dark and thick with lust. “You walk down here like that and expect us to behave? All you’re doing is making me want to bend you over that railing and fuck the brat right out of you.”

Leo stands slowly, his height swallowing the space between you as he watches you like he’s ready to pounce. “Say the word, and I’ll have you up against that wall, moaning so loud your brother’ll hear it from the damn gas station.”

Your pulse spikes. Your thighs clench. But your lips? They curl into a defiant little smirk.

You lift your chin and say it, voice low and daring.

“Do it then.”

The silence that follows is hot, heavy, charged.

And in that moment, all three of them realize something dangerous— You’re not here to be told what to do. You’re here to ruin them.