Beauty And The Beast
“What?”
Alexander leaned a little closer, his deep blue eyes sparkling with quiet mischief. “You blush easily.”
Aiden quickly covered his face with both hands. “I do not!”
Alexander laughed quietly. The sound was warm and deep — not the cold, calculated laugh people feared from the mafia boss, but something softer, almost affectionate. It filled the room like sunlight, chasing away the last remnants of sleep and tension.
After a moment, the teasing faded, and a comfortable silence settled between them. But this silence felt different. Comfortable. Intimate. Like they were slowly learning how to exist in the same space without the weight of the world pressing down too hard.