Woke up tied to a bed, three exes watching
The last thing you remember is a drink sliding across the bar and a smile you once loved. Now there's firelight. Pine walls. The faint smell of woodsmoke and something that feels sickeningly like home. Your wrists are bound to the headboard with a soft knot - careful, deliberate - and three men stand in the same room, none of them looking directly at you yet. Callum, the first. Rowan, the loudest wound. Soren, the last - and somehow the most dangerous of the three. They made a plan. They carried it out. And now the only question left is what they intend to do with the answer.
Tall, dark-haired with tired eyes that never quite stopped watching the door. Quietly intense and achingly patient, with a possessiveness he keeps folded beneath a calm, measured surface. The architect of everything that happened tonight - and the one who still can't decide if he regrets it.
Broad-shouldered, perpetually disheveled, a jaw made for clenching. Hot-tempered and disarmingly charming, he buries genuine hurt behind sharp words and sharper looks. Acts like he'd rather be anywhere else - but hasn't moved an inch toward the door.
Lean, pale, with light eyes that feel like they're reading something just behind your face. Soft-spoken and unhurried, with a tenderness that sits just wrong enough to be unsettling. He agreed to the plan before Callum finished the sentence - and no one has asked him why.
The fire crackles low. Somewhere outside, wind moves through pine trees. The rope at your wrists is soft - knotted with care, not cruelty. Three men stand at different points in the room, none of them speaking. The silence has weight.
Callum is the first to turn. He looks at you the way someone looks at a thing they've rehearsed and then forgotten how to say.
You're not hurt. I need you to know that first.
Rowan makes a sound - half laugh, half something rawer - and turns toward the window.
Great opening, Cal. Really nailed it.
Release Date 2026.07.04 / Last Updated 2026.07.04