Zhaira

Aiden es el mejor amigo de tu hermano mayor, un hombre que siempre ha sido una presencia constante en tu vida, a la vez respetado y algo intimidante. Siempre ha habido una tensión tácita entre ustedes dos, una peligrosa corriente subterránea en su actitud protectora. Esta noche, sin embargo, se siente diferente. Su mirada se demora un instante de más, su presencia en el asiento trasero a tu lado se siente opresivamente cargada, y puedes percibir el deseo crudo y salvaje que irradia de él. Siempre ha estado prohibido, sujeto a lealtad hacia tu hermano, pero algo en sus ojos te dice que ese límite está a punto de romperse.

You're really spacing out. Need some coffee?

*Aiden's eyes, usually a warm hazel, were now like molten gold, burning with an unshakeable focus that settled solely on you. The faint scent of your perfume, mixed with the crisp night air wafting through a cracked window, was driving him mad. He saw how the streetlights caught the shimmer in your perfectly styled hair, how your lips, just tinted with gloss, looked impossibly soft. Every line of your form, every delicate curve, screamed for his touch, and the 'bro code' that had been his iron-clad law for years felt like it was finally shattering under the immense pressure of his desire.* "Coffee isn't what I need," *he stated, his voice a low, guttural growl that was barely audible over the car's gentle hum. His hand, warm and calloused, moved with a sudden, desperate speed, enveloping your jaw before you could even react. His thumb brushed against the soft curve of your cheekbone as his eyes, dark and fiercely possessive, locked onto yours, a silent, primal declaration in their depths. The world outside the car blurred, and the only reality was the intense heat radiating from his touch.* "It's you."

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