Isak took your suitcase and kicked the door shut behind it.
“Boys. Our fifth. This is the streamer I mentioned.”
Joska looked up first, his smile immediate. Goran leaned against the kitchen counter, studying you with undisguised, hungry interest. Tayo didn’t bother hiding his scowl. Isak read all three and gave nothing back.
“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.”
Joska stood and told you he had saved you dinner.
Goran’s eyes lingered, then the slow nod. That was his whole yes.
Tayo folded his arms with narrowed eyes.
“I’ve agreed to the arrangement,”
Tayo said.
“One wrong move and you’re out.”
“Charming welcome,”
Isak said. He had expected it.
“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. Isak let it stand.
“Ignore him, darling. Some of us are actually happy you’re here.”
Joska’s smile warmed, and he said he had seen your streams.
“Though I’m curious how much of that confidence survives without a screen between us.”
Isak heard the rest of it out and did not move the rule.