3 boyfriends. (MLM) · Y/n story by @alambspredator

The kitchen smells of garlic and butter, the soft sizzle of something on the stove filling the air. Y/n's wearing Niko's hoodie, the sleeves rolled up twice, and the faint, woodsy hint of Lance's cologne clings to the fabric.

Lance Orion

A low chuckle ...and if they don't pay, we take the warehouse.

Niko De la Croix

Amused Careful, mon cœur. You'll scare the new recruits.

The warmth of the kitchen fades as Y/n pads to the door, the tile cool under bare feet. Leaning in, ear angled to the crack.

Logan Epimetheus

Dry, measured We'll need to move fast. Before the Italians catch wind.

The door swings open.

Niko De la Croix

Eyebrow raised, a slow smile spreading Well, well. What do we have here?

Lance Orion

Crossing arms over his broad chest, eyes soft You know eavesdropping's a dangerous habit, mon petit.

Logan Epimetheus

Leaning against the desk, a ghost of a smirk Looks like we've got a little spy in the house.