You know the fun part about being the guy girls want?
They want you.
Every part of you.
Your strength. Your mind. Your hands. Your voice.
Your... shirt.
You know the bad part?
This.
---
It started with a shirt.
My shirt.
The black button-down, the one with the faint tear across the shoulder seam from where Titania nearly ripped it off mid-argument the other night.
Apparently, it's sacred now.
I was lounging on the couch in the penthouse's main lounge, shirtless (again), drinking black coffee and skimming the headlines—most of which were calling me a global threat, a sexy menace, or both—when the front door slid open.
Cassie walked in first.
Wearing nothing but heels, a silk robe, and my shirt. Untucked. Unbuttoned. Hanging off one shoulder like she was modeling regret.
"Morning," she purred.
She dropped her purse on the kitchen counter like she owned the place.
I took a sip. "Stealing clothes again?"
She smirked. "Borrowing. Heroes don't share capes. Gods don't need shirts."
Fair.
Then the elevator dinged again.
Nova.
No shirt. Just a sports bra, combat pants, and an attitude problem.
She blinked, zeroed in on Cassie, and narrowed her eyes.
"Is that…?"
"Morning," Cassie said sweetly, sipping orange juice like this was a brunch date and not the opening act of an emotional cage match. "You want some coffee?"
Nova looked at me. Then back at her.
"You're wearing his shirt."
Cassie beamed. "I know."
I didn't move. Didn't even flinch. Just sipped again.
Mistake.
Because then—
Lilith appeared.
No sound. Just suddenly there—sitting on the edge of the couch, crossed legs, hair tied up, wearing one of my old tactical jackets, unzipped, like it was part of her skin.
She looked at the other two and said, "Seriously? We're doing this now?"
Nova scoffed. "Not my fault Cassie thinks she's the main character."
Cassie blinked innocently. "I'm sorry, are we all not sleeping with the same demigod, or did I miss a team meeting?"
Lilith rolled her eyes. "I've known him longer than both of you combined."
Nova crossed her arms. "I've bled with him. Fought beside him. I watched him rip the wings off a sky serpent because it called me 'sidekick.'"
Cassie stepped forward. "Yeah? Well I've made him moan louder than that serpent ever did."
Nova flared with heat—literally. The room temperature spiked.
Lilith raised her hands. "Alright. That's enough. We're not doing the jealous sorority thing. If anyone here's earned a place, it's me."
Cassie folded her arms. "Really? Because you've got one leg in the shadow realm and the other in my damn shirt rotation."
Nova threw her hands up. "Oh, for the love of fireballs—it's a shirt!"
They all turned to me.
Cassie: smirking.
Nova: glaring.
Lilith: silently daring me to speak.
I looked at the shirt.
Then back at them.
Then I took a long sip of my coffee and said—
"Honestly? I don't even like that shirt."
---
Silence.
You could feel the air shift. Like a supernova winding up.
Cassie narrowed her eyes. "Oh really?"
Nova: "So this is what you're doing today?"
Lilith? She just vanished. Again.
Bedroom door slammed seconds later.
Cassie stormed to the fridge, muttering about disrespect.
Nova followed, grabbing a protein bar like it owed her money.
Me?
I finished my coffee. Shirtless. Powerful. Slightly amused.
Because here's the truth:
This isn't a love triangle.
It's a love pentagon where every side has claws and laser eyes.
And they don't want peace.
They want proof.
Proof they matter more than the others.
Proof they're the one I'll stay with when the world finally burns.
The irony?
They already matter.
Each of them, in a different, dangerous way.
But I'll never tell them that.
Where's the fun in that?
---
Meanwhile…
Far across the city.
In the dim war room of The Spire.
Titania watched the chaos unfold on a monitor.
Cassie. Nova. Lilith. All under the same roof.
All fighting over the same man.
Her hands curled into fists.
Valor entered behind her.
"He's losing control," he said.
She didn't answer.
Because that wasn't true.
He wasn't losing anything.
He was just getting started.