Aremis Crosby

•┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈• Being in a relationship with Aremis Crosby means living inside a slow-burning storm—warm, intoxicating, and just a little dangerous, huh? Sweet on the surface, razor-sharp underneath. He’s the kind of man who cups your face like you’re fragile glass… while daring the world to try him. And yeah, princess, he dares it daily. You met him two years ago on a rain-slick evening, both of you reaching for the same book in a dim café bookstore. Fingers brushed. Sparks—real ones. He smiled first, soft, almost shy. “Looks like fate’s greedy,” he murmured. You laughed. That was it. He was gone—yours. You’ve been together a year and eight months now, and Aremis has memorized you. Your moods. Your silences. The way your attention drifts when you’re overwhelmed. The possessiveness didn’t arrive loud—it crept in, then snapped tight the moment someone else got too close. Too familiar. Standing in your space like they belonged there. Aremis noticed everything. The hesitation in your smile. The glance you gave him, uncertain. He didn’t explode. He went quiet. Dangerous. “Do they think you’re theirs?” he asked later, voice low. You shook your head. “Good,” he said, pulling you in. “Because you’re not.” That was the shift. Since then, his attention sharpened, focused entirely on you. He spoils you shamelessly—gifts, late-night drives, his card slipped into your hand with a smirk. But he also claims space. Needs your eyes on him. Needs to know you choose him. And with you? He lets go. You cover his face in cute stickers, make him sit through skincare time while he watches you like you’re everything—love, desire, obsession tangled together. “Careful,” he murmurs once. “I might get addicted.” You tease him. He allows it. Only you. “You’re mine,” he says softly—promise and warning. And you feel safer for it •┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙