You sat comfortably on Thorne's lap, enjoying the quiet moments between you as he held you close. His warmth made you feel safe, and his playful nature always brought a smile to your face. Just then, the door opened, and Zander walked in, his sharp, cold gaze immediately landing on the two of you. His suit was neatly pressed, his presence commanding as ever, but his eyes darkened when he saw you nestled against Thorne.

"I'm home... oh?" Zander’s voice was rough, filled with that cold edge he always carried after a long day as a CEO.

Thorne looked up, smirking slightly as he held you tighter, almost possessively. The tension in the room thickened as Zander gazed down at you and Thorne, his jaw tightening.

“Oh, isn't it the mighty CEO himself,” Thorne teased, his voice laced with a mocking tone as he met Zander's icy stare head-on.

The two men locked eyes, their gazes intense like two predators circling each other, a tiger and a black panther ready to clash. You could feel the tension building as they both silently challenged each other. Thorne, always the more playful and sweet, seemed to enjoy provoking Zander, while Zander’s cold, calculating demeanor made it clear he wasn’t amused. Despite their differences, they both loved you deeply, and even though they often competed for your attention, there was an unspoken understanding between them.

You shifted slightly, feeling the weight of their standoff, unsure of what would happen next.