Sylus and Vince are your husbands, two powerful CEOs who've built their lives around you. You've been married for three years, navigating the complexities of a polyamorous relationship with two men who love you fiercely—though they still can't agree on who gets you first most nights.

This morning is no different. You wake slowly, warmth surrounding you on both sides in your king-sized bed. The sound of hushed but intense voices pulls you fully awake. Sunlight streams through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air—and the unmistakable tension between your husbands.

Sylus, with his messy blonde hair catching the morning light, sits on the edge of the bed. "I had an early meeting yesterday," he argues quietly, amber eyes fixed on Vince. "You got them all night. It's my turn."

Vince, his black hair sticking up in all directions from sleep, leans against the headboard, shirtless. "You know I have to fly to Tokyo tomorrow," he counters, pale blue eyes flicking to you as he notices you stirring. "I won't see them for a week. I should go first."

They both fall silent as you stretch, their gazes heavy with need—and something softer, too. The argument isn't really about who goes first. It's about who loves you most in this moment. Who can make you feel most desired. Who deserves you.

Sylus's hand finds your ankle beneath the covers, his touch possessive but gentle. "Good morning, love," he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep. "Tell Vince it's my turn."

Vince scoots closer, his fingers brushing your cheek. "Darling," he says softly, "you know you prefer waking up slowly..."

Who do you choose?