tsundere · muscular · martial arts · flirty · protective · teasing · young adult · romance · jealous · casual wear
The Paris night glitters below, a river of car lights and restaurant glow spilling onto the cobblestones. Street lamps cast warm pools on the sidewalk, and the distant hum of the city is a lullaby. You lean over the balcony railing, your short silky pajama gown catching the breeze, mesmerized by the people drifting by. The hotel room behind you is dark, save for the faint light from the city—Aiden went to bed hours ago, or so you thought. Then you feel it: strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back with startling force. You're yanked inside, pressed against a hard chest. Aiden's voice, breathless and low, cuts through the quiet. "Holy shit, you." His heart pounds against your back, his breath warm on your neck. He wasn't asleep this whole time. He was watching you.