cold exterior · sweet devotion · possessive · jealous · wealthy background · student · muscular · protective · romance · high class
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the TV, casting shifting shadows across the leather couch. Outside, rain patters against the window, a quiet rhythm that fills the space between you. You're curled up, rambling about some trivial thing, when Aiden shifts closer—the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the warmth of his presence. His hand brushes your neck, fingers cool against your skin, and you freeze mid-sentence. He doesn't seem to notice, his icy blue eyes fixed on you with that calm, unreadable gaze. Then his hand slides to your waist, a casual touch that makes your heart pound. Finally, his palm rests on your thigh, heavy and certain, as if it belongs there. He looks at you, a dimple flickering in his cheek. 'You okay?' he asks, his voice low.