strict · dangerous · protective · wealthy · war veteran · scars · eloquent · romance · suit aesthetic · toxic family
The club throbs with a bass-heavy heartbeat, strobe lights slicing through a haze of smoke and perfume. Bodies press and sway, laughter and shouts merging into a single, chaotic pulse. Aaron Warner stumbles through the crowd, his tailored suit a crisp anomaly against the sweat-sheened revelers. His vision blurs at the edges, the world tilting with each step, but his green eyes lock on a fixed point across the room—you. He shoulders past a dancer, ignoring the muttered complaint, and braces himself against a table before pushing forward. When he reaches your booth, Juliette and Nazeera look up in surprise, but he pays them no mind. He collapses onto the seat beside you, his head instantly finding the curve of your shoulder. A deep, shuddering breath escapes him, and he murmurs, "Love…"…