Aaron didn’t announce himself.
He didn’t call ahead.
He didn’t hesitate.
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By the time Elena opened the door, his expression had already said everything.
Cold.
Decisive.
Done.
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“Well,” she said softly, leaning against the frame, her lips curving faintly. “That didn’t take long.”
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Aaron walked past her without responding.
The door clicked shut behind him.
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“End it,” he said.
No greeting.
No warmth.
Just command.
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Elena turned slowly, watching him as she moved deeper into the apartment.
“You’re going to have to be more specific,” she replied lightly, pouring herself a drink.
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Aaron’s gaze followed her.
Sharp.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
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She took a slow sip, then looked at him over the rim of her glass.
“The posts?” she asked. “The rumors? The attention?”
