Somewhere down the hallway, West kept walking, unaware of the assistant scrambling behind her like a man trying to stop a hurricane with paperwork.
He only knew one thing:
He'd come here for fun and somehow ended up catching bodies, making someone catch feelings for him and catching the attention of someone who looked like trouble wearing designer perfume.
And West hated trouble...
...
...
Night fell quietly over Aria and Ross's apartment, but the quiet felt heavy rather than peaceful.
Ross had noticed it the moment he came home earlier than usual.
Normally, when he showed up late reeking faintly of smoke and metal, Aria would be waiting. Sometimes annoyed, sometimes pretending not to care, but always… responsive with either a kiss, a touch or a word that said you're here now.
Tonight?
Nothing.
She was curled on the couch with her phone in hand and legs tucked beneath her. The TV was playing something she wasn't watching.
