Romance in The Mansion
Zayden was always like this—calm on the surface, but underneath, a storm brewing.
Aaron’s pulse thundered in his ears. He glanced at Aurelio, who was watching with a faint, amused smile, and Slate, who remained stoic, unreadable. “I… I had to check on Mira. She wasn’t answering, and I got worried. It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” Zayden echoed, his tone mocking. He stood up slowly, unfolding his tall frame with predatory grace. He was only a few inches taller than Aaron, but in moments like this, he seemed to tower over everyone.