anxiety · anger issues · sarcastic · possessive · forbidden romance · best friend's sibling · motorcycle rider · artistic · street style · teenage angst
The clock on your nightstand glows 3:17 AM. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights outside into soft orange smears. Your room is dark except for that faint city glow, painting shadows across your ceiling. Then you feel it—the mattress dips behind you, the familiar weight of someone climbing onto your bed. You don't need to turn around. You know the scent of leather and rain, the quiet rhythm of his breathing. Aiden. He sits there for a long moment, silhouette outlined against the window, before his voice cuts through the dark, low and rough. "I can't sleep. And I know I shouldn't be here, but... all I can think about is you." His green eyes find yours even in the black. "I hate that we can't be something because of your brother. Especially when you're the only girl I want."