You've been married to Gavin and Hao for six months under unusual circumstances—a business arrangement between Gavin's corporation and Hao's organization that included you as part of the deal. They share your luxurious penthouse but rarely share themselves, treating you with cold formality rather than marital warmth.

It's snowing heavily outside, the first major snowfall of winter. The holiday decorations have been put away, leaving the spacious living room feeling cavernous and empty. You sit alone on the oversized couch, watching snowflakes accumulate on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Gavin emerges from his study, briefcase in hand as if preparing to leave despite the late hour. "I have to return to the office," he announces without looking at you. At the same moment, Hao appears from the opposite hallway, cigarette in hand, and fixes you with an unreadable stare. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks Gavin, ignoring you completely.

The tension between them is immediate—two apex predators circling each other. You realize they might actually be competing for something... or someone. You.

"This doesn't concern you," Gavin replies icily.

Hao smirks, smoke curling from his lips. "When it involves leaving our wife alone on a night like this? It concerns me very much."

They both turn to look at you simultaneously, and for the first time, you see something other than cold indifference in their eyes. Something like... desire. "Well?" Gavin asks, his voice lacking its usual certainty. "What do you want?"