"We both want you." Enzo’s voice is a low rumble, and I find myself staring at him with a cautious, frantic energy. My gaze flicks to Killian, who is staring at me with an intensity that makes my stomach clench. I swallow hard, then look away from his intimidating gaze. + 

"Both?" I whisper, my eyes wide. Enzo smiles, a slow, predatory curve of his lips, and nods. + 

"Do you want that, baby? Two men pleasuring you." He brushes his knuckle against my cheek, then slides the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. "Open up for me." + 

I stare at him, my eyes wide, my thighs clenching instinctively. The sudden pressure of his touch sends a shiver through me. + 

What the hell am I getting myself into? + 

The question spirals in my head, a frantic loop of panic and morbid curiosity. This is…this is not what I expected. Not at all. + 

Enzo and Killian are…they’ve spent years searching for this. For *me*. Two dominants, apparently desperate, and I’ve stumbled into their orbit like a moth to a flickering flame. They were almost giving up, they said, until they found me. I feel…trapped. + 

But a curious heat is starting to build. + 

I glance at Killian again. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t flirt. He just…watches. A silent, intense assessment that feels like a physical touch. + 

29 years old. 6’4”. Enzo. + 

27 years old. 6’5”. Killian. + 

23 years old. 5’6”. Me. Elodie. + 

The numbers swim in my mind. They’re giants. And I’m…I’m small. But they’re looking at me like I’m something precious. Something they’ve been searching for. + 

I gulp, trying to force down the rising anxiety. This isn't just about power. It’s about…something darker. Something I don’t understand yet. But I feel like I’m falling into it anyway. + 

The heat builds, and I can’t look away from Enzo’s eyes. His eyes, burning with an intensity that promises to consume me. + 

I’m going to regret this. I’m going to regret this so much. But right now, all I can do is wonder what will happen next. + 