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MidReal Story
Mafia's Obsession
Scenario:They stare at you, jake behind you holding your waist, leon in front of you
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Leon
red eyes, alpha, white hoodie.
Jake
brown hair,dark green eyes,black hoodie on.
They stare at me.
Jake is behind me, holding my waist.
Leon is in front of me.
My heart is beating fast.
I don't know what to do.
"Did you sleep with him?"
Leon asked me with his red eyes looking at me sharply.
I saw the anger in his dark eyes.
"Yes," I said, my voice shaking.
"I can't take it. You let him touch you?"
He asked, his voice filled with anger.
"I love him, Leon," I said, my voice firm.
He looked at me sharply.
"He is not good for you, baby," He said with his cold voice.
"He is a monster," I completed for him.
"But I love him, Leon," I said again.
He looked at me sharply.
"Ok," He said coldly, turning around and leaving me alone in the dark hallway.
I stood there for a few moments, my heart heavy.
I didn't know what to do.
I loved them both, but I knew I had to make a choice.
I walked back to my room, my mind racing with thoughts.
What was I going to do?
I couldn't lose either of them.
They were both so important to me.
But how could I be with both of them?
It was impossible.
Unless...A idea popped into my head.
It was crazy and dangerous, but it just might work.
I was going to propose a deal to them.
I paced in my bedroom, the phone in my hand.
I was going to do this.
I was going to send them a message, to meet me at the old bar.
It was abandoned now, so it would be a good place for us to talk.
No cameras, no guards, just us three.
I opened the message draft on my phone.
"Meet me at Murphy's abandoned bar. 10 PM."
My finger hovered over the send button.
I could still smell Jake's cologne on my skin from earlier.
He had been so happy to see me, and then I had hurt him again.
And Leon...
I could still see his cold eyes looking at me when he left.
But I had to do this.
I pressed send, first to Jake, then to Leon.
The answers came quickly.
"OK," from Jake, and a thumbs up emoji from Leon.
I grabbed my leather jacket and walked out of my room.
I checked myself in the mirror one last time.
My eyes were dark and tired, but I didn't have time for that now.
I arrived at the bar, and they were already there, standing on opposite sides of the room.
"What's this about?" Jake asked, his voice tense but curious.
"I have a proposal," I said, taking a deep breath, "What if we find a way to make this work for all of us?"
I stood there in the dimly lit bar, my heart pounding.
The words hung in the air like a challenge.
Leon's red eyes narrowed at me, his fingers clenching into fists at his sides.
Jake's grip on my waist tightened slightly, but he remained steady behind me.
The tension between them was palpable, like a crackling electric current.
Dust particles danced in the beam of moonlight that streamed through the dirty windows, the only movement in this frozen moment.
Leon took a step forward, his boots scraping against the wooden floorboards.
His expression shifted from anger to something more complex - hurt, consideration, and a hint of possibility.
"You mean... all three of us?" Leon asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
Jake's eyes flickered with surprise as he looked at me, then at Leon.
"Are you saying we share you?" Jake's voice was cautious, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
I took a deep breath, my voice shaking slightly.
"Yes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I want us to be together. All three of us."
Leon's stance relaxed slightly, his shoulders dropping from their rigid position.
Jake's fingers flexed against my waist, neither pulling me closer nor letting go.
The musty air of the bar seemed to thicken around us, heavy with the weight of our words.
I took another breath, trying to steady myself.
"We can make this work," I continued, my voice gaining strength.
"We can share dates, time... everything. We can make it work for all of us."
Leon ran a hand through his black hair, his eyes searching mine for answers.
Jake remained silent but attentive, his gaze fixed on me.
The silence stretched between us like a fragile thread, waiting to be broken.
Finally, Leon spoke up.
"Let's see if this crazy idea can actually work."
My heart pounded as I processed his tentative acceptance.
Jake's fingers flexed against my waist, while Leon shifted his weight, both men radiating uncertainty.
The abandoned bar's musty air hung heavy around us, a reminder of the risks and possibilities that lay ahead.
I took a deep breath, gathering my courage.
Slowly, deliberately, I extended both hands - my right reaching toward Leon's clenched fist, my left seeking Jake's free hand.
Leon hesitated for a moment before his fingers unfurled, while Jake's grip on my waist loosened as he slid his palm against mine.
Our hands connected in the dim light, forming a circle of possibility and promise.
Leon looked between us, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.
"Alright," he said softly, "but we need to be honest with each other, no secrets."
Jake nodded, squeezing my hand gently.
I squeezed both their hands in response, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart.
"Complete honesty, always," I promised.
As I looked between them, tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes.
Jake's thumb stroked the back of my hand reassuringly, while Leon's grip remained cautious but accepting.
The moonlight streaming through the windows illuminated the dust particles dancing around us, a poignant reminder of the fragile beauty and potential that lay in our unconventional triangle.
Leon's shoulders relaxed slightly as he released a pent-up breath, while Jake released my waist to step closer, forming a tighter circle between us.
The air in the room shifted from hostility to tentative hope.
I took a deep breath, my voice firm with determination.
"Let's try this. Together."