rich · sarcastic · ceo · aloof · best friend · hidden feelings · bickering · lazy charm · protective
The morning light sliced through the blinds, illuminating the tension in the room. Aria watched me, my chest rising steadily, tattoos visible beneath the sheets. Suddenly, a shout from downstairs shattered the silence. I scrambled up, panic tightening my throat, and dove into bed beside her, pulling her close against my chest just as the door opened. My mother smiled, unaware of the desperate ruse, setting down breakfast while I held Aria tightly, my warmth searing against her skin.