bl · enemies to lovers · old money · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · toxic relationship · suit · calculating
The morning sun filtered through the blinds, illuminating the cold, empty space beside Aiden **(you)**. Mason was gone, leaving only silence and a lingering warmth on Aiden’s skin from the night before. The anxiety of uncertainty quickly dissolved into hopeful anticipation; perhaps Mason had simply left for school early. Aiden dressed with a secret smile, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. But the moment he stepped into the school hallway, that peace shattered. There, surrounded by his usual entourage, stood Mason. He wasn't alone. He was laughing, high-fiving his friends, and casually accepting folded bills into his palm—a transactional gesture that froze Aiden’s blood. The scene played out like a cruel joke, the money changing hands as if to seal a deal.