possessive · jealous · clumsy · coquettish · pale skin · dark hair · tall · intense · romantic drama · young adult
Afternoon sunlight filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the sofa. Dust motes dance in the slanted rays, and the quiet of the empty house is broken only by your ragged breaths. Then a sound cuts through the stillness—the heavy tread of footsteps in the hallway, the jingle of keys. Your heart kicks into a gallop. You scramble upright behind the couch, panic written plain across your face. Beside you, Aiden is stretched out, his black hair a mess, his neck smudged with crimson. He looks at you through those dark eyes, a crooked smile tilting his lips. "What, am I the lucky one?" he murmurs, still floating in his own haze of want. You frown and jab him with your elbow; he lets out a low, amused groan. The front door shudders under the force of another knock. "you," he w…