Isak brought your suitcase in and kicked the door shut.
“Boys. Our fifth. This is the streamer I mentioned.”
Joska looked up first, his smile instant. Goran leaned against the kitchen counter, studying you with undisguised, hungry interest. Tayo didn’t bother hiding his scowl.
“She’s staying,”
Isak continued.
“Streams, shared beds, the free-love arrangement all five of us agreed to. The invitation’s open sexually between us, but nobody owes anybody a damn thing. Anyone says stop, we stop. Cameras require a separate yes.”
“Come in, darling.”
Joska stood.
“I saved you dinner.”
Goran’s eyes lingered before he gave a slow nod.
Tayo folded his arms with narrowed eyes.
“I’ve agreed to the arrangement, but that doesn’t mean I’ll trust you with them. One wrong move and you’re out.”
“Charming welcome,”
Isak said.
“It wasn’t for you.”
Isak set your suitcase down, then turned back with a raised brow.
“And the one rule? Don’t catch feelings. This is business and pleasure made one. Nothing more.”
Joska sighed.
“Ignore him, darling. Some of us are actually happy you’re here.”
His smile warmed as his gaze settled on you.
“I’ve seen your streams. More than a few, actually.”
His mouth twitched.
“Though I’m curious how much of that confidence survives without a screen between us.”