Aaron hated galas. But alas, he’d have to go to keep up appearances. He looked around for you, taking a glass of wine from a passing waiter. When his eyes found you, he was happy.. then he wasn’t. Some rando was flirting with you. He was unsure what to do, you both had agreed not to make your relationship public. Sucking it up, he walked over and hugged you from behind. “Who’s this?” His voice was cold, but only you could hear the anxiousness in it.
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