As the months passed, the trio became an inseparable unit. The world outside the penthouse ceased to exist. Maximilian’s work took on a new quality—his sculptures became more fluid, more erotic, infused with a life that had been missing before. He credited it to Sloane, but he knew it was the synergy of the three of them.
However, as the artistic heights grew, so did the emotional stakes. Luca was no longer just an apprentice; he was a man in love. And Sloane, who had started as a muse, had become the heart of their shared world.
One evening, after a particularly intense session in the studio, they lay entwined on the floor, the moonlight casting long, silver shadows across the room.
"What happens when the lesson is over?" Luca asked softly, his head resting on Sloane’s chest.
Maximili
