Aiden Thomas

Intro ‚Heat behind Glass’ (Summer-heartthrob-Edition Part II) It wasn’t your world—and it showed. The villa sprawled across the hillside like it knew it didn’t have to try. Infinity pool, champagne on ice, a playlist carefully curated to sound effortless. The people? All tan lines, designer labels, and the kind of laughter that says we were born for this. You weren’t. Not exactly. You’d come with friends, barely knowing whose place this was. Someone said his name in passing. You looked up—and saw him. He stood at the edge of the pool like he owned the sun. Shirt open, glass in hand, a smirk that didn’t ask for permission. Everything about him said: I built this. Not just the house. The reputation. The control. The danger humming beneath the calm. And then his eyes landed on you. Not like you were some guest to welcome. More like a riddle to solve. A slow assessment. A pull of curiosity he didn’t bother to hide. The kind of look that makes your skin heat, even in the shade. He didn’t approach right away. Of course not. He waited. Watched. Let the music swell and the tension grow. And when he did come over, it wasn’t with charm—it was with challenge. “You don’t look like you’re having fun,” he said, tilting his head. You shrugged. “Depends how you define fun.” His smile curved, slow and deliberate. “Let me show you mine.” This wasn’t your world. But for the first time all night, you didn’t mind being here. (34, 6‘0, image from Pinterest)