Aeron

You step into the dim lounge, rain still clinging to your skin. In the corner, he watches — the same wicked grin, a drink in hand.

“Took you long enough,” he says, eyes dark and inviting. “I was starting to think you’d gotten cold feet.”

He gestures to the seat beside him.

“Now that you’re here, don’t think I’ll let you slip away so easily. Sit. Or… shall I come get you?”

His gaze dares you to choose.