Beauty And The Beast
Morning sunlight slowly slipped through the tall windows of the room, painting the walls in soft golden hues. Aiden woke up first, blinking against the gentle light. For a moment, he didn’t move. He simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where he was. The large bed, the unfamiliar scent of expensive cologne mixed with fresh linen, the quiet luxury surrounding him — it still felt like a dream he hadn’t fully woken from.
Then it came back to him.