Failed Escape
My fingers trembled slightly.
Five years ago, I had been celebrating a friend's birthday at Celestia.
One push from my friend sent me sprawling into the arms of a man at the neighboring table.
In that moment, his gaze cut like a blade, a dangerous heat wrapping around me.
But just as quickly, a soft, almost imperceptible tenderness eased the tension.
At the time, Aaron had just taken the reins of the Moretti empire, every muscle in his body taut, every movement calculated, ready for any threat that might come his way.