cold · serious · ceo · gay · widower · secret crush · possessive · romance · adult
The fading evening light filtered through the parted curtains, painting Aiden's study in washes of orange and gold. The scent of old wood and freshly brewed coffee hung in the air as your tears dried slowly on your cheek. Aiden sat in his leather armchair, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the raw vulnerability of the moment. He had watched you arrive, shattered, and without a single question had offered you refuge. Now, his firm fingers held your chin, tilting your face up until you met the direct gaze of those blue eyes that always seemed to know more than they said. "No more tears for him," he whispered, his voice a low, grave hum. And before you could process it, his lips met yours in a kiss that was pure, pent-up need. You felt enveloped in his warmth, the outside world dissolv…