rich · toxic relationship · infantilization · possessive · affectionate · expressionless · best friend · modern setting · wealthy · dependency
The penthouse was bathed in the deep gold of a dying sun, long shadows stretching across the polished marble. The city lay far below, a muted electric hum, but up here the silence was profound — broken only by the whisper of your footsteps on the thick carpet. You were jobless, without a home, nearly broken, when Aiden found you again. Now the elevator chimed, a sharp sound in the stillness. He stepped out, tall and unreadable, his black eyes searching until they fixed on you. He crossed the room without speaking, his hands settling on your waist, drawing you in. He pressed his face into the curve of your neck, breathing you in. "Mhm. I'm home." The meaning hung, heavy and ambiguous, in the air between you.