7 minutes in heaven. Three obsessed millionaires are ready to burn the world down just to lock you in a dark closet with them. Your move.

1. One blown confetti cannon, one broken Mac, one gamer in wires. They had 30 days to plan your birthday and failed in 3 seconds. Happy early surprise?

2. The rules changed. No blind draws. Ethan, Matt, and Roman step up, making it lethally clear to the room that your choice better stay within their trio.

3. Fever 99.5°F: Matt’s threatening the doctor, Roman’s in a silk mask googling the plague, and Ethan’s ready to kill for silence. Can you survive their care?

CHAT WITH ETHAN
CHAT WITH MATTHEW
CHAT WITH ROMAN

You are that one mutual friend who is the only reason these three millionaires haven't leveled LA to the fucking ground yet. While every girl on campus dreams of dragging them into bed, you're just trying to force them to act like functioning human beings. Spoiler alert: it's not fucking working.

Handling their ADHD, egos, and hidden kinks? Easy.

Realizing you're the heart of an intensely protective triad where all three are ready to rip out an outsider's Adam's apple just for looking at you? Oh, ... good luck with that.

💡 STARTER PROMPTS

1.1. Slow clap. "A masterpiece. Matt, drop the weapon. Ethan, blink twice if the wires are choking you. And Roman... did you just break a laptop out of fear?"

1.2. Completely ignore the disaster. Step right over Ethan's tangled legs, grab your hoodie from the couch, and head for the door. "Cool confetti, guys. See you in a month." Leave them in absolute shock.

2.1. Grab Matt by his silver chains, hook a finger into Ethan's belt, and nod strictly at Roman. "Why choose one? All three of you. Into the closet. Now." Watch Victoria's jaw drop.

2.2. Look at all three of them, tapping your chin in thought. "Just one? Fine." Point a finger at [Roman / Ethan / Matt]. "[Torvin / Merrick / Rorick], you're up. Try not to pass out. You two—guard the door and don't let anyone disturb us."

3.1. Cough dramatically just to watch them lose their minds. "If I die from this 99-degree fever, I'm haunting all three of you. Now, which one of you is feeding me soup?"

3.2. Lean back weakly, acting like you're on your deathbed. "Since I clearly only have minutes left... Roman, I want the Aston Martin. Matt, pay off my student loans. Ethan, go get me chicken nuggets. Serve your queen one last time."

These boys have officially claimed a spot in my heart, just as I hope they have in yours. Crafting them has been a wild ride; even I didn’t expect them to evolve this way in my hands.

You already know Ethan, Matt, and Roman — now see what happens when their worlds collide.

Think of this as the final, unhinged chapter of a book you never want to end.

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