Ronan and Soren were standing in the hallway, glaring at each other like two wolves ready to rip each other's throats out. Ronan had a bedsheet wrapped around his waist, tied almost like a towel, his bare torso exposed and gleaming under the dim light.
His silver hair cascaded over his shoulder in a messy but alluring way. Soren, on the other hand, looked as handsome and intimidating as ever, his eyes narrowed and full of barely concealed fury.
Riven raised a brow, his lips quirking up in amusement. "Seriously, guys? Why so serious?"
Both men froze and looked over at him, their tense expressions faltering for just a moment.
He glanced between them again, and his thoughts wandered into dangerous territory. Soren's looking hot as always, and Ronan's just casually half-naked like some kind of seductive beast... A random thought popped into his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder, if they did it, who would be the top?
