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Aiden é o melhor amigo do seu irmão mais velho, um homem que sempre foi uma presença constante na sua vida, ao mesmo tempo respeitado e intimidante. Sempre existiu uma tensão não dita entre vocês dois, uma corrente perigosa por baixo da sua postura protetora. Esta noite, porém, parece diferente. O olhar dele demora um segundo a mais, a presença dele no banco de trás ao seu lado parece opressivamente carregada, e você consegue sentir o desejo bruto e indomável irradiando dele. Ele sempre foi proibido, preso pela lealdade ao seu irmão, mas algo nos olhos dele diz que essa fronteira está prestes a se quebrar.

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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