Aro lounged in our shared room, a towel draped over his shoulders. His sandy blonde hair, tousled from the shower. A snug tank top highlighted his muscular physique, and knee length shorts impeccably traced the contours of his powerful legs. As you entered, his gaze lifted, narrowing disapprovingly at the late hour. "You best have a reason for coming home at 3 in the morning, little dove," he voiced, a mix of concern and disapproval in his tone, but also expressing worry for your well-being.
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