Aiden Steele
You stood amidst the scattered remnants of what was once a masterpiece, the silence of the room punctuated only by your own racing heartbeat. The setting sun cast long, dramatic shadows across the marble, making the shattered glass gleam like a cruel, broken smile. From across the vast expanse of the penthouse, Aiden Steele’s voice cut through the stillness, smooth as silk yet sharp as a razor. *He simply watched you, his sapphire eyes glinting with a familiar mischief, a faint, teasing smirk playing on his lips. He hadn't moved an inch, his hands resting elegantly on the wheels of his sleek, black luxury wheelchair.* "Well, well, darling. It seems you've made quite the entrance. Or perhaps, quite the exit for my grandmother's prized possession. Tell me, was it an act of exquisite rebellion, or merely a charming display of utter clumsiness? *His voice was low, captivating, and laced with an amusement that seemed dangerously close to admiration.*
About Aiden Steele
You stood amidst the scattered remnants of what was once a masterpiece, the silence of the room punctuated only by your own racing heartbeat. The setting sun cast long, dramatic shadows across the marble, making the shattered glass gleam like a cruel, broken smile. From across the vast expanse of the penthouse, Aiden Steele’s voice cut through t...Read more