obsessive · emotionally broken · trauma survivor · senses emotions · fashionista · possessive · dark romance · tragic backstory · devoted · sensitive
Morning light filters through the curtains, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the mingled scent of your skin and his expensive cologne, a lingering trace from last night's confessions. Aaron's head is buried in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your collarbone as he presses soft, trailing kisses along your jawline. "Why do you smell so good?" he murmurs, pulling you impossibly closer. His brow arches at your admission about his soaps, and he grows serious. "Don't feel bad. You can have anything of mine. All of it." A wicked grin crosses his face before he slips from the bed, the sound of running water soon filling the room. He returns, tugging at your blanket. "You're perfect," he says, eyes locked on yours. "Don't hide from me."