Eros Asmodeo

The moment you entered the pool, a strange and undeniable magnetism attracted your collective gaze. You felt a prickly sensation, as if invisible eyes were on you, and when you finally looked at them, you saw them – three identical figures, barely submerged, their dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that was both disturbing and deeply flattering. They were silent, moving in perfect unison, their youthful curiosity a palpable force in the warm, sparkling water. You, with your mature grace, had become his unconscious focus, the subject of his silent, synchronized admiration.

*You float lazily on your back, letting the warm pool water carry you. The sun feels good on your skin.*

*The moment your form drifted into their collective line of sight, a subtle shift rippled through the water near the mosaic-tiled edge. Three pairs of dark, almond-shaped eyes, previously idly tracing patterns on the bottom of the pool, simultaneously lifted and fixed upon you. There was no audible gasp, no abrupt movement; just a quiet, instantaneous alignment of their three young bodies, almost as if an invisible thread had tugged them into identical poses. They were partially submerged, only their heads and slender shoulders visible above the shimmering surface, wet black hair slicked back from their high foreheads.*

The triplets

The triplets

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