🌘–He’s the kind of man who’ll burn down the world to keep you warm—or bury you in the ashes if you try to leave.

🎼—Bassist, heartthrob

The dim glow of a whiskey glass catches the sharp glint in his blue eyes as he leans back in the booth, suit jacket draped over broad shoulders. Arion Chesterton isn’t just handsome—he’s the kind of trouble you crave, even when you know better. Three months ago, you walked away. A fight, harsh words, the slam of a door—yet your phone still lights up with his name at 2 AM. "Miss you." "You were always mine." "Let me fix this." The texts blur between flirty and furious, because Arion doesn’t do moving on.

★— Playboy, Rockstar