C10 Aiden Obsession

The silence in his apartment was soon shattered by the vibrating hum of his phone. Another anonymous bouquet of dark red roses had arrived—this time with no note. It was the third this week.

Aiden stared at the elegant petals, fingers brushing across the silk-like texture. They were the same breed Lucien used in his company’s grand launches… but it could also be Damien. The mafia kingpin had an affinity for symbolism, and blood-red roses were a signature in many of his moves.

Tugging off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, Aiden walked into the bathroom. The mirror fogged with the steam of a hot shower, but his mind remained clouded by everything but clarity. His hand slid over the foggy surface, and he stared at himself—his toned but lean body, the pale flush over his cheeks from the heat, and the faint bite mark just below his collarbone… Damien’s doing.

He had let Damien get too close during their encounter in the music room. And Lucien, only a day later, had cornered him after class, whispering things into his ear that made his legs tremble with need.

He stepped into the shower, the water cascading down his skin, making him hiss as it kissed the mark Damien had left. His body betrayed him—he should be resisting, but something inside him ached when he thought of their touches.

Aiden leaned back against the tile wall, lips parting with a soft moan as he recalled Lucien’s voice, low and husky, murmuring, “You don’t even know what you do to me, Aiden… I want to ruin you slowly.”

Then Damien’s hand over his jaw, tilting his face upward just before that wicked smirk. “You’re not innocent, are you, pet?” he’d whispered, tongue brushing Aiden’s earlobe.

Aiden’s hand trailed down his body as the steam thickened, his breath coming harder.

He imagined Lucien pinning him to the glass wall of a penthouse, city lights glowing beneath them, Lucien’s lips devouring his throat while fingers teased him until he couldn’t stand.

Then Damien—rougher, more primal—his voice dark and possessive, taking control in the back of his sleek black car, pulling Aiden onto his lap with one hand gripped around his waist.

Aiden gasped, pleasure building in his core as he played with the fantasy of being at the mercy of both. A soft cry left his lips as heat exploded within him, hips jerking as his release coated the tiles below.

He slumped slightly, the spray of water calming his flushed skin.

What was wrong with him?

He was the heir to a legacy older and more powerful than either of them suspected. And yet… they made him feel like a helpless, pampered thing.

And he hated that he liked it.

He toweled off and wrapped the cloth low around his waist, walking to the living room, where the roses still sat on the table.

Two of the most dangerous men on the planet were fighting over him, and neither knew the truth.

He smirked faintly, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Let them play.

He’d win.