Aaron looked at his barren wooden wardrobe that contained his school uniform and a few other pieces of oversized black clothing that he'd borrowed from the older woman.
Without much thought as to what he should wear, the small orange-haired boy grabbed a few garments before checking the clock in his room, seeing that he had about half an hour to the location written upon the note.
Putting on a pair of sneakers, Aaron descended his apartment complex and walked behind the stale structure, hands in his pockets due to the cold weather.
Looking towards the large red tower that the apartment donned as if it were a piece of clothing, the boy smiled uncontrollably, seeing that it had yet to be cleaned off.
Then again, he doubted that the owners would ever fork out the money for something as simple as cleaning up graffiti on the side of their property.
Still slightly out of breath from the twenty or so minute walk that he had just endured, Aaron hummed to himself whilst looking at the inside of the elevator that he was currently on.
Unbeknownst to him, Sophie had taken it upon herself to invite him to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, located near the top of a humongous skyscraper.
Thankfully, the small boy had saved enough money to buy a rudimentary second-hand phone so he could navigate his way to his destination. As soon as he turned 16, Aaron instantly started applying for part-time jobs in order to obtain the money required to survive.
Peering down at his pale left arm, he reminisced about how thin he had been in his earlier years. Without the money from his job to help him buy food, Aaron doubted he'd be in as good a state as he was now.
The inside of the elevator had been coated in what seemed to be gold, finely polished to such an extent that Aaron could see himself in the metal's reflection.
Feeling as though what he was wearing was probably not within the dress code of this place, the small boy uncomfortably shifted in place, watching as the counter located above the elevator doors slowly increased.
One high-pitched ding later, Aaron stood dumbfounded outside of the elevator as its doors slowly closed behind him.
Gold chandeliers furnished with a large quantity of white jewels hung from the ceiling; waiters dressed in black suits serving tables that were seated at most two, others seamlessly gliding around the floor in order to reach their next station.
Large marble columns supported the polished white ceiling, with intricate carvings present on each of them. Every table was covered by a white cloth that had red and gold tapestries embedded into them, with two glasses of wine adorning each table.
What stood out the most to the boy were the crystal-clear windows that showed of the city in all of its glory, the sun slowly setting in the distance. The soft sound of classical music entered Aaron's ears as he slowly shuffled forward towards what seemed to be a customer service desk.
It was made entirely of dark red mahogany. Two men in tuxedos stationed behind the desk were talking to customers who wore dark black suits and dresses, exuding a refined aura.
Entering the eyesight of one of the workers, they accidentally let out a small laugh before regaining their composure, Aaron remaining unfazed as he began to talk.
"There should be a reservation under the name Mrs. Sparrow." He questioned, looking towards the man as his expression changed into one of shock, quickly bursting into action as he typed something on a computer stationed upon the desk, letting out a small satisfactory hum after finding something.
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The Demons Within (Male Yandere x Female Reader)
RomansRead Time: 2H 23M Always given the short end of the stick, Aaron's tried to do his best with the cards he'd been dealt. A glimpse of happiness, snatched away at the last second, but it's fine. He's used to it. Everyone has a breaking point, and his...