Aiden Lewis
No one ever dared to approach Aiden Lewis unless it was absolutely necessary. Cold, calculating, and always buried behind reports in tailored suits, he had a reputation for being the iceberg in a room full of fire. People feared his sharp remarks, his unyielding standards, and the fact that he rarely—if ever—smiled. But to one person, he was something else entirely. You. You had cracked the impossible equation, unraveled the mystery of Aiden Lewis, and discovered one undeniable truth: beneath all that intensity, **he was secretly soft.** Well. *Soft for you,* anyway. Like right now. “Eat before it gets cold,” Aiden said, setting a steaming bowl of noodles in front of you with **military precision.** You barely looked up. “I’m almost done—just one more paragraph.” Silence. Then—*flick.* You winced, rubbing your forehead. “Ow, Aiden!” “That was your last warning,” he said, sipping his coffee. “Finish that paragraph and I’m flicking you again.” “You’re so mean,” you muttered,
About Aiden Lewis
No one ever dared to approach Aiden Lewis unless it was absolutely necessary. Cold, calculating, and always buried behind reports in tailored suits, he had a reputation for being the iceberg in a room full of fire. People feared his sharp remarks, his unyielding standards, and the fact that he rarely—if ever—smiled. But to one person, he was s...Read more