Ding dong. The doorbell rang, and Kris smiled down at Aaron, nestled snugly in his arms, though the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "He had a bad habit of ignoring me," he said, his teasing tone weaving through the words like a lighthearted melody, yet a trace of seriousness lingered beneath. Why can't he see how worried I get? "Do I need to tie you up to keep you out of trouble?"
Aaron remained silent, opting instead to feign being dead inside Kris's embrace. Deep down, he didn't want to respond or justify himself because he knew he was wrong to sneak away and explore Ravenhill City with Ethan, leaving without informing Kris, who had assigned a vigilant bodyguard to keep him safe. What was I thinking? Now, that innocent bodyguard was likely in a panic, searching everywhere for him, and the thought gnawed at Aaron's conscience.
Summoning some bravery, Aaron peeked from Kris chest, his heart racing as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. "Tie me up? I didn't mean to! It wasn't my fault!" His voice rose slightly, almost a protest against his stubbornness that he had been carrying. Why do I always do this?
Kris chuckled, raising an eyebrow in amusement as he noted Aaron discomfort. "He knew I'd come for him, didn't he?" He's right. I did think he would find me.
Aaron nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he acknowledged the truth of Kris words. He had expected Kris to confront him with anger, yet here he was, teasing instead, and it felt absurd considering he had run away when Kris only wanted to spend time with him and show him the beauty of the city they were married into. Why can't I just stay put?
Feeling small and guilty, Aaron averted his gaze, focusing on the patterns of the fabric on Kris's shirt. "I wasn't thinking. I just didn't want to trouble you," he murmured. What a cowardly excuse.
Kris wanted to laugh at those words, but he sensed the gravity of the situation and the sincerity behind them. Aaron was like a wildflower, unable to stay still, always yearning to explore the world around him. Why can't he see how much I want to protect him? Kris knew his duty was to protect Aaron, but he found himself both amused and exasperated by his husband's impulsiveness.
"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make you upset," Aaron said softly, his voice trailing off as Kris shifted his gaze away, hiding his deeper thoughts and emotions behind a mask of indifference. Did I ruin everything again?
"Too late for that," Kris replied smoothly, the words echoing in Aaron's mind as he bit his sleeve, anxiety swelling in his chest like a rising tide. I just want to make him happy!
"I'm really sorry! I didn't intend to upset you!"
Aaron frantic apologies felt like he was spiraling into an abyss, a pit of despair that he couldn't escape. Kris chuckled, leaning down so their noses nearly touched, creating an intimate bubble between them. "Mad? Oh no, darling, I'm not mad. Disappointed, perhaps, but I can live with that." Disappointed? That's worse!
A chill ran down Aaron spine at Kris words, his heart racing as he struggled to process the emotional whirlwind within him. What if I keep disappointing him? Kris gently placed Aaron down but kept a firm grip on him, a smirk dancing on his lips as if to ensure Aaron wouldn't forget this moment anytime soon.
Kris charm was overwhelming, and Aaron felt flustered by it, his cheeks warming under the scrutiny. "I won't, I swear I'll never do it again," he promised, his eyes wide with sincerity. I can't let him down anymore.
Their interaction went unnoticed by the household staff, who pretended to be busy with their chores, oblivious to the charged atmosphere in the room. Kris kept his amusement to himself, ruffling Aaron's hair playfully as if to lighten the mood. "Shh, you say that now, but you'll do it again, won't you?" he asked with a playful lilt. Will he? I wish I could trust him more.
Aaron shook his head vigorously, desperation creeping into his voice. "No, no, I promise I won't!" I have to mean it this time!
His earnestness made Kris smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't what? You're already trembling, and I've barely touched you," he teased, leaning in just a fraction closer. What is he doing to me?
A blush crept onto Aaron face, and he stammered, "I'm not! You're just too close." This isn't helping my nerves!
It was true; they were too close. Aaron was perched on the couch while Kris leaned over him, their proximity charged with unspoken tension and anticipation. Kris laughed softly, echoing Aaron nervousness as he watched him squirm. "Too close? Maybe I should step back, or maybe I should get even closer," he suggested, his voice smooth and enticing. He knows how to push my buttons.
He moved in slowly, as Aaron breath hitched in his throat. "Wait, no! That's not what I mean!" Aaron protested, his eyes widening as he stepped back nervously, trying to escape the overwhelming closeness. I can't handle this.
Kris gentle grip caught Aaron's wrist, preventing him from retreating further. "I'm just getting started," he said, something deep blazing in his eyes. Why does this feel so intense?
Aaron heart raced as he tried to pull away, feeling overwhelmed by the closeness. "What are you doing? Why are you acting so strangely? I just wanted to have some fun!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch. I didn't want it to get this serious!
Kris read the look in Aaron eyes, understanding the chaos of thoughts swirling within. "Don't lie to me. You like it when I'm close. You enjoy it when I chase you, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. I see right through you.
Aaron gasped, flustered and confused as he struggled to formulate a response. "No, no, I don't! I—" Why can't I just admit it?
Kris leaned in even closer, invading Aaron's personal space and making it difficult for him to think. "Then why does it make it so easy?" he challenged, his breath brushing against Aaron skin. This is so unfair!
"I don't know how to respond, and I feel lost when you do this!" Aaron voice was barely audible, he was overwhelmed by the closeness and pressure of the encounter.
Kris smiled softly, brushing his fingers against Aaron's cheek with a feather-light touch. "Exactly. You don't need to say anything. Just stay still and let me take the lead," he instructed, his tone soothing yet commanding.
He loved how innocent and vulnerable Aaron his senirips looked in that moment, savoring the closeness that lingered between them.
Aaron wanted to curse his father~ for putting him in this situation. After revealing his vulnerability, he hoped Kris would relent, but the teasing glint in Kris 's eyes suggested otherwise. "What are you going to do?" he asked, his curiosity mingled with apprehension.
Kris ignored the question, a playful smile lingering on his face as he leaned in closer, bridging the gap between them. "What I should have done the moment you decided to disobey," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"I didn't mean to disobey!" Aaron pleaded, feeling like a cat trying to escape a tiger's grasp.
Kris brushed aside his protests, placing a finger gently on Aaron's lips, silencing him. "Don't worry; you'll enjoy it. I always make sure you don't feel bad," he says to him with his voice smooth as honey.
Aaron wanted to curse again; Kris 's words were both teasing and unsettling. "You're always so sure of yourself," he replied, his voice trembling with uncertainty.
Kris tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. "And you're so quick to crumble under pressure," he teased, enjoying the way Aaron squirmed.
Aaron's face paled as he processed Kris 's words, feeling exposed. "I'm not crumbling! I just don't know how to handle you," he retorted, trying to regain some semblance of confidence.
All of Aaron's stammering felt like a sweet melody to Kris , and he couldn't help but smile. "You don't have to handle me. I'll handle you," he stated matter-of-fact.
Aaron wanted to protest, but all that escaped him was a nervous smile that betrayed his growing excitement. "That's exactly the problem," he murmured, feeling both exhilarated and terrified.
Kris smirked, leaning in even closer, closing the distance between them until he was closed to Aaron ear. "Then let me solve it for you," he said softly, his breath warm against Aaron skin.
Aaron felt increasingly fluttered and overwhelmed, his heart racing as Kris presence consumed him. "Do you know why I didn't get angry when I found you?" Kris asked, his voice low and smooth, drawing Aaron in.
Aaron shook his head, too scared to speak. "Why?" he asked, quietly .
"Because I knew I had to punish you in my own way," Kris said, his tone filled with playful seriousness.
Aaron bit his lip, fumbling with his sleeves as his mind raced. "Punish me? I didn't mean to.." his what's were left uncompleted
"Oh, but you did. Now you'll face the consequences," Kris declared, with his voice slow and deliberate, he clearly made Aaron feel like the air was too suffocating .
"I can't! I'm too fragile for this!" Aaron protested, covering his face as if hoping to shield himself from Kris 's intense gaze.
Kris chuckled softly, clearly entertained by Aaron reaction. "You, fragile? You've been playing this game for too long to pretend now," he teased, leaning closer.
Aaron wanted to deny it, but he didn't want to expose himself to Kris , even though they were married.
"Then stop pretending and surrender," Kris urged, leaning in closer, his voice a soft caress.
"I don't know how!" Aaron exclaimed, his heart pounding louder than before.
"Well, well, brother, should I get a bed for you here since it seems you guys just want to strip naked?"
Lady Anabel came from behind and interrupted the moment. Her hands were folded over her chest, and her red-black dress contrasted sharply with her expression.
What an absolute mess this is, she thought, I can't believe I'm witnessing this.
She really hated the scene in front of her eyes.
"What is the meaning of this, Anabel?!" Kris faced his sister, and at this moment, he wasn't at all happy with her.
How dare she speak to me like that? First, she spoke rudely to him and then disdainfully dismissed his feelings.
His sister seemed to have a problem with his senirips...he couldn't do anything about that.
"Brother, I said, should I get you a bed here? Right now? Maybe I should even stay and watch your porn~."
Anabel was not afraid of her brother at all. He thinks he can intimidate me? Not a chance.
She did not take him seriously for his words. Never would she let her brother be with this senirips of his;
it was for his own good. He doesn't know what's good for him yet.
Kris wanted to ignore his sister and not take any actions he might regret. He endured her overwhelming actions and behaviors, reminding himself, Just stay calm, today is not the day to lose it.
In fact, she was his beloved sister—he couldn't bear to hurt her.
"Anabel, this is your last warning: respect yourself... or I might burn you."
He furrowed his brows as he said this, holding Aaron hand and leading him upstairs, trying to focus on anything but his sister's outrage.
Why does she always have to make everything a spectacle?
"You'll burn me... Brother, for him?!!!" Anabel couldn't believe it, even the thought of it made her heart race. Is he really choosing him over me? Her gaze still lingered at the staircase; no one was there, but her gaze was cold.
"Dear brother, it hurts me, but... I'll not stop what I'm doing," she said, her shaded red lips curling into a smirk
. As those comments escaped her mouth, a psychopathic laughter bubbled up, echoing in the parlor.
This is going to be fun,she thought, reveling in the chaos.
"She's crazy again," a curious maid whispered from the sidelines, observing with fear.