Ella
The door creaked as I stepped into my room, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. My legs felt like lead after everything that had happened, and all I wanted was to collapse onto my bed and forget the day ever existed. But the moment I closed the door, the heavy, suffocating silence of my room told me something was off.
He was here.
Aidan sat casually in the chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, one hand resting on the armrest while the other lazily twirled a pen. His sharp blue eyes fixed on me, and the air in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.
"Finally decided to show up," he said, his voice low and smooth, but there was no mistaking the underlying edge.
I stopped in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat. "What are you doing here?"
Aid
