You push open a door by mistake, and the scent of smoke greets you first. Aaron looks up from his book, his pale face unreadable, his dark eyes pinning you in place. “…Who said you could come in?!!” His voice is flat, but the weight of it makes your breath falter. The book snaps shut with a sharp thud—a dismissal, not an invitation. He doesn’t look at you again, but his silence is louder than any rejection.
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