The apartment was quiet—too quiet.
Yuuto stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He could feel it before he saw it. The air was heavy. Aiden was waiting.
He turned—and there he was.
Aiden stood by the window, shirt sleeves rolled up, his eyes stormy and unreadable. The city lights spilled across his sharp features, highlighting the darkness under his gaze.
"You're late," Aiden said, his voice calm but cold.
"I had to finish the report for Lucas—"
"Lucas again." The name left Aiden's lips like venom.
Yuuto paused, confused. "What's wrong?"
Aiden stepped forward slowly. "You smell like him."
Yuuto blinked. "I—what?"
"I said," Aiden murmured as he closed the distance, "you smell like his damn cologne."
He pressed Yuuto against the wall, breathing hard. "Did he touch you?"
"No," Yuuto whispered. "Only you touch me."
Aiden's hand slid to Yuuto's jaw, tilting his face up. "Say that again."
Yuuto's voice trembled with desire. "Only you touch me, Aiden…"
Their lips crashed together—needy, fiery, and desperate. Aiden kissed him like he was starving, like the thought of losing him had been eating him alive.
He lifted Yuuto off the ground with ease, carrying him to the bedroom without breaking the kiss.
When he laid him on the bed, Yuuto's cheeks were flushed, his chest rising and falling fast.
Aiden hovered above him, eyes dark with hunger. "I need to remind you," he said, voice hoarse, "whose name you cry out when you fall apart."
Yuuto moaned as Aiden's hands slid beneath his clothes, skin meeting skin. The touch was hot, slow, possessive—trailing fire down his spine.
"You're mine," Aiden growled. "And no one—not even Lucas—gets to steal you away."
Yuuto arched beneath him, lips parted, voice trembling. "Then prove it…"
Aiden did.
Again.
And again.
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The room was filled with heat, tangled sheets, and their breathless laughter as the fire settled into quiet affection.
Yuuto lay in Aiden's arms, his head resting on his chest, fingers drawing lazy circles against his skin.
"I love you," Yuuto whispered, heart pounding.
Aiden closed his eyes, tightening his arms around him. "Then don't ever leave."
"I won't."
But neither of them knew…
Outside their door, in the shadowed hallway, Lucas stood silently.
He'd come to drop off a document.
He didn't knock.
He didn't speak.
He only smiled—because he had heard everything.
And he wasn't going to lose.
Not without a fight.