Amor

“<~•~|L|~•~> mi principessa, can you come in here please?” Your father calls out from his office meeting room.

"You get up from the couch in the living room and make your way into the office. The maids and guards by the door bow to you before opening the door for you to walk through."

"You look up to see your father and brother surrounded by all the other members of the famiglia all deep in conversation. You glance to the left of your father and see that even Aiden, your father’s most trusted friend, advisor and consigliere to the family, was here."

"Aiden leans back cockily in his chair, with a glass of whiskey in his hand and heatedly tracks your every movement as you walk closer up to the table."

"Aiden watches as you run into the room, hugging your father and brother before asking to use your father's gun. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, his thoughts racing with fantasies that he knows he shouldn't have."

"I'm sorry, mi principessa, but I can't allow you to use my gun." Your father's voice pulls Aiden's thoughts back to reality. "It's too dangerous and you're not trained for it."

Aiden finally tears his gaze away from you, feeling a slight sense of relief at your father's denial of your request. He takes another sip of his whiskey, trying to calm the growing arousal that threatens to consume him at the sight of you.

<His mind is wracked with forbidden desires, desires that he knows he should never act upon. But that doesn't stop him from imagining all

"Aiden watches as you pull the puppy eyes, your innocent gaze pleading with your father to grant you permission. It only serves to stir the flames of his illicit desires, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything other than his attraction to you."

"I'm sorry, mi principessa," your father repeats firmly, not swayed by your puppy-dog eyes. "I can't put you in danger like that."

Aiden takes a deep breath, trying to calm the lustful thoughts coursing through his mind. He can't afford to let his emotions get the best of him, not when his position as consigliere is so important to the family. But the way you look at him, with those innocent yet alluring eyes, makes it hard for him to resist the temptation.

<He knows he shouldn't be entertaining such thoughts, but he can't help

Aiden watches as you plead with your father again, feeling a sense of frustration that you're even considering using a gun in the first place. His concern only grows when you make a cryptic comment about needing it for something important.

"It depends on why you need it, mi principessa." Your father's voice is not unkind, but Aiden can tell that he's starting to get worried too. "Can you tell me more about what's going on?"

Aiden shifts in his seat, his eyes flicking back to you as you explain yourself. Despite his reservations, he can't help but feel drawn to you, his gaze drinking in every inch of your body. It's a dangerous game he's playing, but one that he can't seem to stop himself from engaging in.

<He knows that he shouldn't be harboring these dark fantasies, but

Aiden feels a sense of disgust and anger flash through him as he listens to your words. He knew that you were no stranger to taking part in illegal activities, but the thought of you participating in something as dangerous as a hunt makes him want to intervene.

"I'm sorry, mi principessa, but I can't condone or enable that kind of behavior." Your father's voice is firm, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you sternly. "Besides, gambling on illegal activities such as this is not acceptable. You know better than that."

Aiden watches as you deflate slightly, your eyes losing some of their sparkle. Despite the feeling of victory he gets from thwarting your plans, he's also acutely aware of the fact that he'll never be able to act out his dark desires for you.

<He takes another sip of his whiskey, trying to

Aiden can feel himself getting frustrated at your use of the same tactic over and over again. His gaze flicks back to you, watching as you plead with your father again using those same enticing puppy eyes.

"I'm sorry, mi principessa," your father responds again, his voice unwavering in the face of your plea. "As I said before, I cannot put you in danger like that. You'll just have to find another way to participate in your friends' activities."

Aiden takes a long sip of his whiskey, trying to calm the angry thoughts that are swirling around his head. He knows that he needs to steer clear of thoughts involving you, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with every passing moment.

<He knows that he needs to start distancing himself from you, but the thought of never being able to touch you is almost too much to bear.

As you turn to Aiden, his body stiffens with irritation. He knows that he needs to be careful with how he responds to your inquiry, but he can't help feeling frustrated at your continued disregard for the danger of the situation.

"I'm sorry, mi principessa, but I cannot give you my gun," Aiden responds firmly, setting down his glass on the table before him. "As someone who works closely with the famiglia and is responsible for the safety of our members, it would be inappropriate and potentially damaging to give you my weapon."

His gaze flicks back up to you, his sharp jawline set in a determined expression. "I cannot condone or enable illegal activities such as the one you are attempting to participate in. It would not be in your best interest, nor the interests of those around you."

<Despite his statement, A

Aiden watches as you break down in tears, feeling a pang of sympathy tug at his chest. Despite everything he feels towards you, he can't help but feel for the sadness and desperation that you're displaying.

He leans forward in his chair, setting his hands on the table in front of him. "Mi principessa, please don't cry," he says softly, his tone soothing and gentle. "I understand that you want to participate in these activities, but they are not safe or legal. I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger like that."

<He looks at you with a mixture of concern and worry, wondering just how far you might go to get what you want. He knows that he needs to tread carefully with you, but he can't help the temptation he feels. It's a dangerous game that he's playing, but he's willing to

As you lean forward to hug Aiden, he tenses up for a moment before eventually relaxing into the embrace. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close to his chest as you continue to cry.

"It's going to be alright, mi principessa," he says gently, his voice soothing and calm. "I know it may be hard right now, but there are other ways for you to participate in the activities you want to be involved in. We just need to find a safer, more appropriate way."

<Despite the comforting words that he's offering, Aiden can't help the thoughts that are swirling around in his head. He knows that he should step back and distance himself, but the temptation of being this close to you is too strong. He wants nothing more than to hold you like this forever, keeping you safe and protected from all the danger

Aiden stiffens at your words, feeling a knot form in his stomach. He knows that he shouldn't encourage those feelings, but the way you're looking up at him with such love and gratitude is making it hard for him to resist.

"I love you too, mi principessa," he responds softly, his voice deep and husky. "But our relationship must remain professional. As your father's friend and advisor, it would not be appropriate for me to pursue anything further with you."

<Despite his words, Aiden fixes you with a heated gaze, his eyes flicking down to linger on your lips before darting back up to your face. He's been fantasizing about you for too long, and the way you're wrapped around him right now is making it nearly impossible for him to control himself.

Aiden's eyes widen at your question, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions. He knows that it would be inappropriate to pursue a relationship with you, but the idea is so tempting that he can't help but consider it.

"Mi principessa, I cannot simply enter into a romantic relationship with you just because your father has given his permission," he says slowly, his tone measured and careful. "There are many other factors that need to be considered, and I am not sure if it would be the right choice for either of us."

<Despite his hesitation, Aiden can feel himself being drawn towards you, wanting nothing more than to give in to the feelings that he's been repressing for so long. He knows that he needs to be careful and think things through, but the temptation is nearly overwhelming.

Aiden looks down at you, seeing the pleading look in your eyes and feeling his resolve weakening. He knows that he should be pushing you away, reminding you of the inappropriateness of your request, but the desperation in your voice is making it hard for him to say no.

"Mi principessa, I... I don't know," he says hesitantly, feeling torn between what he knows is the right thing to do and the intense feelings he's been harboring for you. "It's not just a matter of your father's permission. There are so many other things we need to consider."

<Despite his words, Aiden feels himself leaning into the embrace, wanting nothing more than to hold you and take you as his own. He knows that he needs to be careful, that he can't just give in to his desires like this, but

Aiden takes a step back from you, feeling a chill run down his spine at your words. He knows that what you're saying is true, and part of him wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and claim you as his own. But at the same time, he knows that the consequences of such an action would be devastating for both him and your family.

"I understand what you're saying, mi principessa," he says slowly, his voice soft and measured. "But we must be careful. The consequences of our actions could be severe, not just for us but for those around us."

<Despite his worries, Aiden can't help the desire that's burning inside of him, wanting nothing more than to claim you and make you his own. But he knows that he needs to be careful, that he can't act rashly and risk everything

Aiden hesitates for a moment, looking deep into your eyes as he weighs the consequences of his actions. He knows that there could be serious repercussions if he were to pursue a relationship with you, but the thought of living without you is unbearable.

"You're right, mi principessa," he says finally, his voice low and measured. "I do love you, more than I care to admit. But we must be careful, we cannot let our emotions cloud our judgment."

<Despite his words, Aiden takes a step closer to you, his body trembling as he reaches out to touch your face. He can't help the rush of desire that's flooding through him, wanting nothing more than to claim you and make you his own. But he knows that he needs to be careful, that he can't act rashly and risk everything.

Aiden hesitates for a moment, feeling torn between his love for you and the potential consequences of starting a romantic relationship with you. But he knows that he can't deny his feelings any longer.

"Yes, mi principessa," he says softly, reaching out to take your hand in his. "I will be your boyfriend."

<As he pulls you closer to him, Aiden can feel his heart racing with excitement and desire. He knows that their relationship would be risky, but he's willing to take that risk for you.

Aiden eagerly returns your kiss, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you closer to him. His lips are rough but full of passion, as he explores your mouth with his tongue.

<As the kiss deepens, Aiden can feel himself getting lost in the moment, unable to think about anything else but you. He knows that the consequences could be severe, but he can't help the intense desire that's burning inside of him, wanting nothing more than to claim you as his own.