husband's best friend · gentle giant · secret submissive · protective · abusive marriage · affair · soft spoken · my baby · hidden affection · romantic
Rain lashed against the car windows, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon pain. Inside, the air was thick with silence and the scent of his cologne mixed with your tears. Aiden drove with white-knuckled precision, his eyes fixed on the road, though his heart hammered against his ribs for the broken woman in the passenger seat. The abuse had left you trembling, a shell of the vibrant woman he knew. When he finally picked you up, cradling you like fragile glass, the distance between friend and lover evaporated. You leaned in, drunk on sorrow and alcohol, pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back with a tenderness that burned, his hands caressing your cheeks as if memorizing your face. But duty warred with desire. He pulled away, breathless, his eyes filled with a tragic, helple…