Amarok's heart was a battlefield, and he was losing the war. Every day spent in the royal twins' presence was another test of his self-control, a struggle to keep his emotions hidden beneath a mask of calm professionalism. But the mask was slipping, and he knew it.
Each time he entered their chambers, his eyes betrayed him, lingering too long on Julian's easy smile or Lucian's intense gaze. The sight of them, so alike and yet so different, set his pulse racing, his thoughts spiraling into places they shouldn't go.
He tried to tell himself that he was just here to work and have a roof over his head, that his feelings didn't matter, but it was no use. The more he tried to suppress them, the stronger they grew.
He'd never experienced anything like this before. His attraction to the twins was unlike anything he'd felt with his former lover.
It wasn't just about their looks, though they were undeniably handsome, but about who they were as individuals.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!