POV Milo We'd never had a virgin before. Sure, some of the girls were shy, some barely had any real experience, but a full virgin? Never. It felt different. Like breaking through something you couldn't undo. And now it sat in my head, refusing to leave. I stared at the empty canvas in front of me, brush resting loosely in my fingers. The white stretched fabric should've been calling me, but it wasn't. The only image in my mind was from yesterday. Her lips parted in shock. The way her nails dug into my skin. The sound of her breath catching like she didn't know whether to run or hold on tighter. And then I'd walked away. Just stood, pulled my jeans back on, and left before she could even open her eyes. I didn't want to be there when she woke up. That was Leo's job now. Or at least, it should've been. Except Leo never did that kind of thing. He was the one who sourced the girls, the one who found them, brought them into the game. After that, he was gone. Meetings, phone calls, business trips. He was the only one of us who didn't spend real time with them. Usually, it was me who stayed. Me who made sure they were fine. This time? No. I couldn't. The brush dripped a thin line of black paint onto the wooden floor. I didn't even move to clean it. My head wasn't in the room. Not many people knew we were triplets. Our parents had made sure of that. Overprotective didn't even begin to describe them. We grew up behind gates and high walls, with guards at the doors. No public birthdays, no messy photographs at school events. It was just us - Leo, Victor, and me - our whole lives. Then Leo took over the company, and the cameras found him. The press started circling like sharks. Victor and I stayed in the background, but eventually people noticed. The resemblance. The way we moved. Enough figured it out to whisper about it. But not enough to really know us. We preferred it that way. "So... is this your safe haven?" The voice behind me made me turn. She was leaning against the doorframe, one hand curled lightly around it, as if testing if she was allowed to come in. Mira. The silk nightgown clung to her in all the wrong ways - or maybe all the right ones. Cream-colored, soft as air, brushing her thighs. Definitely Leo's choice. He bought all the clothes for the girls. Always had. The fabric caught the light, making her skin look warm, almost glowing. Something in me eased at the sight of her. Like a weight lifting without permission. "What are you doing here?" I asked, forcing my voice to sound casual. I set the brush down before I could smear paint just to give my hands something to do. Her lips curved slightly, like she knew she was somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. "Victor said I could explore the mansion." That made me smile without thinking. "Did you like breakfast?" Her smile softened. "Yeah. It was amazing." "Victor's the best cook among us three," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Don't tell him I told you that, or he'll never shut up about it." She laughed, quiet but warm. It did something to me. Her gaze shifted to the easel. "Are you painting today?" I glanced at the untouched canvas. "I'm trying to," I admitted. "But my head's in the wrong place." She tilted her head, curious. "Where is it, then?" The answer sat on the tip of my tongue - right here, on you - but I didn't say it. Instead, I gave her a half-smile. "You're distracting, Mira." Her breath caught, and for a second, I could see the question in her eyes. Was it a compliment or a warning? "Sorry," she murmured, though there wasn't much sincerity in it. I shook my head. "No, you're not." She stepped into the room, the silk shifting around her legs as she moved. She stopped beside the easel, fingertips grazing the wooden frame. "What were you going to paint?" I watched her, not the canvas. "Something worth keeping." Her eyes found mine over her shoulder, holding them for a moment longer than she should have. The air between us felt... still. Heavy. My pulse slowed, deepened, the way it does when you're standing too close to a cliff and thinking about jumping. Then the spell broke. Heavy footsteps approached. The door swung open without a knock. Victor stood there, filling the frame, gaze cutting between her and me like he'd walked into something he didn't like. "Time to go home, Mira."