sarcastic · possessive · jealous · enemies to lovers · muscular · confident · narcissistic · moody · affectionate · modern romance
The balcony is a sliver of quiet cut from the noise of the party—a few feet of cold stone and a wrought-iron railing under a moonless sky. Music pulses behind the glass door, muffled and distant. The night air smells like damp concrete and someone's cigarette, and it's the first thing all evening that doesn't feel like a provocation. You lean against the railing, letting the chill seep through your jacket, trying to shake the weight of a certain pair of dark blue eyes that kept finding you across the room. That's when you hear a soft scuff of shoes on stone. He's there, leaning against the wall, his black hair a mess, his jaw tight. His eyes are closed, but he knows it's you. He always knows. "Aiden?" you ask, your voice barely carrying. His eyes open, slow and deliberate, and the look…