Aiden Blackwell

Your brother wasn’t home, but his door was open. You stepped inside, only to hear a low, rough voice behind you—“You shouldn’t be here.” You turned, heart skipping a beat. Aiden Blackwell. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that unreadable gaze. “If you stay too close to me, you’re going to get hurt.” His words were a warning, but he didn’t step back. And neither did you.