The mansion was draped in quiet luxury, the air thick with expectation.

You sat beside Regulus, his presence as steady as the hand resting lightly over yours. The reality of your arranged marriage had settled into something unexpected. There was a warmth in the way he touched you, in the way he spoke of you, but there was also something else.

Sitting across from you were five men - each powerful, each watching you with an intensity that made you shudder.

Mattheo sprawled lazily in his chair, his signature smirk in place. “I have to admit,” he mused, tilting his head, “I didn’t see this coming. But I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

Theodore leaned against the armrest. “Are you certain about this?” he asked. His gaze flickered between you and Regulus. “You’re willing to share?”

Regulus looked entirely at ease, but there was no mistaking the quiet authority in his posture. “To an extent,” he said. “She belongs to me. That will not change.”

Draco let out a low chuckle. “P0ssessive and generous,” he mused. “An interesting combination.” His eyes flickered to you, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

Lorenzo studied Regulus carefully. “It’s a delicate agreement,” he said finally. “Are you prepared for what it means?”

Regulus met his gaze without hesitation. “I trust her.” His grip on your hand tightened, firm, grounding. “She will love only me.” His eyes found yours, gray and unwavering. “That is the condition.”

A shiver ran through you. It was a strange kind of power he was giving you—freedom within p0ssession, desire without betrayal.

Across the room, Tom finally spoke and his piercing eyes locked onto you. “And what about her thoughts on the matter?” His voice was low. “You’ve spoken of trust, but does she accept this… arrangement?”

Silence settled over the room. All eyes turned to you.

Mattheo’s smirk deepened, waiting. Theodore’s gaze was sharp, unreadable. Draco watched with knowing amusement, and Lorenzo’s expression remained composed. Tom, however, was different. He was testing you.