"You think you can talk back to me?” He snarled, voice low and dangerous. Rose had dared to question his careless spending—something small, but to Aiden, it was an insult. Before she could respond, his hand shot up, aiming for her cheek—cold, quick, and without warning. Before his palm could connect, a rough grip yanked his arm back. “Touch her again, and you won’t get the chance,” Y/N growled, eyes blazing. Aiden sneered, trying to pull away. But Y/N's grip was like steel--Iron.
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