Aaron stepped into the room, his boots slightly making a sound against the cold, hard floor.
The dim light from the hallway pierced through the heavy curtains,
casting long shadows that stretched across the room
. He hesitated at the doorway,
his breath catching for a moment as he scrutinized the familiar darkness.
The room, as always, felt severely empty...a place where the silence was nearly suffocating.
The only sounds were the faint echoes of his own steps
and the distant rumble of thunder from the storm outdoors.
The memory of his struggles in the dark corridors and the messy room still lingered in his mind,
the silver-haired foreigner's words replaying over and over like a haunting melody.
But now, all he wanted was to wash away the remnants of that meeting,
to let the water cleanse him of the anxiety that clung to his skin.
With a heavy sigh, Aaron made his way to the restroom,
the chill in the air biting into his bones.
The restroom was as dark as the rest of the room,
the corners swallowed by night.
Aaron did not bother to turn on the light;
he preferred the darkness...it made it easier to ignore the emptiness that surrounded him.
He stripped off his clothes, the fabric falling to the floor in a mound, and stepped into the shower.
The water was cold at first, shocking against his skin, but he did not mind.
He closed his eyes, letting the sensation anchor him as he tried to push everything else out of his mind.
But as the water warmed, a strange feeling crept over him... the feeling of being watched.
His heart skipped a beat, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
The sound of his own breathing echoed in his awareness, loud against the steady rush of water
.He stayed still, his body tense, waiting for somethinganything...to happen.
And then he felt it.
A breath, warm and close, against the nape of his neck.
The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, his heartbeat quickening in response.
He should have been terrified,
but the scent that accompanied the breath was unmistakable, familiar.
His heart, which had been pounding in his chest, began to slow, a strange calm washing over him.
Slowly, he turned around, his wet hair sticking to his forehead.
His gaze traveled up, and there, standing before him, was Kris.
Aaron's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of him...those piercing blue eyes, the sharp jawline,
and the expression that sent a thrill through his entire body.
"Kris." The name escaped his lips in a shaky breath,
almost silent as if speaking it too loudly might break whatever spell had brought Kris here.
But Kris did not respond immediately. Rather, his gaze roamed over Aaron's face,
those blue eyes dark with something Aaron could not quite place.
"Uh, my Senirips," Kris eventually said, his voice a low murmur that sent chills through the air between them.
A smile curled at the corner of his lips, but it was not the mocking kind Aaron was used to. No,
this was different...dangerous.
The air felt thick, and Aaron's knees threatened to buckle under the weight of Kris's gaze.
Kris stepped closer, and Aaron instinctively backed away,
only to find himself pressed against the cold tiles of the restroom wall. There was nowhere to go.
Kris reached out,
his fingers tracing a line from Aaron's jaw down to his chin, the touch both gentle and possessive.
Aaron's breath hitched as Kris's hand lingered,
his thumb brushing over Aaron's bottom lip.
"What are you doing?" Aaron managed to stammer, his voice barely audible.
His mind was racing, trying to make sense of the situation,
but Kris's presence was intoxicating, making it hard to think clearly.
Kris's smile widened, and he tilted Aaron's chin up, forcing him to meet those dark, intense eyes.
"What do you think I am doing?" Kris's voice was smooth, almost too calm, but there was an edge to it that made Aaron's heart race.
Aaron swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
He could not tear his gaze away from Kris, could not move even if he wanted to.
The intensity in Kris's eyes was like a storm,
wild and untamed, and Aaron felt like he was being pulled under, drowning in it.
"Kris, please," Aaron's voice was barely a whisper, a plea that he was not even sure Kris would hear.
The smile on Kris's face did not falter; if anything,
it grew more pronounced, as if he was enjoying Aaron's discomfort.
"Please what?" Kris asked, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Aaron's face.
The proximity made Aaron's head spin, his senses overwhelmed by the scent of Kris,
the heat radiating from his body, the way Kris's lips hovered so close to his.
Aaron did not know what to say. His thoughts were a tangled mess,
his feelings a whirlwind of fear, desire, and something he could not quite name.
He wanted to push Kris away, to regain some control,
but at the same time, he found himself leaning into Kris's touch,
craving the connection, the familiarity.
Kris's hand moved from Aaron's chin to the back of his neck,
pulling him even closer, until their lips were nearly touching.
"Remember, I am your husband," Kris muttered, his voice low and commanding. "You do not get to go to anyone else."
Aaron's eyes widened at the words, a cold shiver running down his spine.
He tried to protest, to say something, but Kris did not give him the chance.
With a swift, almost aggressive movement, Kris closed the distance between them,
his lips crashing down on Aaron's in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
The kiss was intense, consuming, and Aaron felt like he was being swept away by a tidal wave.
His hands instinctively reached out, grasping at Kris's shoulders,
trying to hold on to something solid, but it was no use.
Kris's grip on him was unyielding, his touch possessive, as if he was claiming Aaron in that moment.
When Kris finally pulled away, Aaron was left gasping for air, his heart pounding in his chest.
He could see the satisfaction in Kris's eyes, the way his smile had not faded even a bit.
"Do not wander around the mansion again," Kris warned, his voice soft but laced with danger. "You belong to me, Aaron. Only me."
Aaron's mind was reeling,
his body pulsing as he tried to process everything that had just happened.
The intensity of Kris's feelings, the way he'd been pinned against the wall,
the possessiveness in his words...it was all too overwhelming.
And yet, as Kris stepped back, giving him just a bit of space,
Aaron could not help but feel a strange mix of relief and longing.
The storm outside raged on, but inside, everything had gone still,
the only sound the heavy breathing of the two men in the darkened restroom.
Aaron did not know what to say, how to respond to Kris's words.
All he knew was that nothing between them would ever be the same again.
Kris turned away,
his expression unreadable as he walked out of the restroom, leaving Aaron alone once more.
The cold air rushed in to fill the space where Kris had been,
and Aaron shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as he sank to the floor.
The darkness of the room seemed to close in around him,
but all Aaron could think about was the look in Kris's eyes...the darkness, the intensity.