𝐀 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 (ᵃⁱᵈᵃⁿ ᵍᵃˡˡᵃᵍʰᵉʳ & ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ) ON PAUSE

*Part 12*

Y/N'S POV:

I'm back.

I'm actually back.

He got me again.

I held onto my knees on the bed.

The same bed.

Same walls.

Same clothes.

I stand up. I walk past Vanilla. She was asleep in her bed. I looked out the window.

Same view.

I open my balcony doors, the moon was at its highest point.

I never hated the view anyway. The stars for some reason shine brighter here. I look down.

Security was worst. There were guards everywhere.

I felt arms wrap around my waist tightly.

"Mi amor, you should be asleep," He had barely brought me back two hours ago and he is still calling me that. I figured that he would give me a beating or something.

Probably cause of the stupid promise that I wouldn't leave him.

"I'm not tired," I say, I place my hands on his, trying to pull him away. Like always he didn't budge.

"It's 3 in the morning, you should rest," he kisses my head, before leaning his head on my shoulder. I stay silent, "Fine, are you hungry?" I was starving, but continued to stay silent, "Y/N?"

"N-no," Just the thought of food made my stomach growl. Aidan felt it, smiling.

"Don't be shy to ask me for something to eat," he says letting go, he turns me around, grabbing my hand. He pulls me out of my room, downstairs.

"What would you like?" he asks, as we enter the dining room. One of the maids comes toward us.

"Patron," she nods at him smiling. She looks at me and nods, "Patrona," I frown gripping my arm.

"I don't know," I shrug.

"Is there something specific you have in mind?" he asks.

"No,"

"Hm," he thinks for a moment before he grabs my shoulder and pulls me inside the kitchen.

"I only want, like a-a snack or something," I say looking down.

"Something sweet? Or-"

"Yeah, I guess," he snaps his fingers. A maid comes with a large basket full of chocolates. Dark chocolate in specific, "Oh, wow,"

"It's your favorite brand, and you love dark chocolate," I nod slowly, "Grab some," he motions me closer. I grab a few before the maid leaves, "Do you want to do something?"

"Can I go to the garden?" I ask.

"Sorry, but I can't let you go outside anymore," he says, "You lost the privilege once you left,"

"Oh," I look down.

"Did you take a shower when you arrived here?" he asks, changing the subject.

"No,"

"I have a large jacuzzi in my room, do you want to go inside?" he says.

"Um," I grip my arm tightly.

"Come on, let's go," we walk up the stairs. We go inside his room. He enters the bathroom and comes back with two towels, "Take your clothes off,"

Aidan's POV: