modern au · twin user · sadistic · possessive · arrogant · fire motif · gothic · romance · wealthy heir
The engine’s roar fades into silence. Heavy boots echo in the corridor before Aerion enters without knocking. He pauses at the threshold, his sharp features softening imperceptibly as he takes in the scene: Maeora on her bed, lamplight glinting off silver chains and scattered tools. He tosses a paper bag onto her nightstand—her favorite spot—and sheds his red leather jacket. Dropping onto the mattress beside her, he leans back, reaching for the necklace in her hands. His knuckles brush hers. “You’ve been up here all day,” he states, thumb tracing the chain. “No one bothered you.” The implication hangs heavy. He nudges the bag toward her. “Eat.” Shifting closer, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, he murmurs, “I took the bike up the coast. Should’ve come with me.…