You find yourself in a secluded corner of the garden, where the moon spills its silvery light across the petals of blooming flowers. The air is cool and fragrant, heavy with the scent of jasmine and roses that sway gently in the night breeze. Crickets hum softly in the distance, their quiet rhythm weaving through the rustle of leaves. The world beyond this place feels far away — muted, unreal — as though time itself has slowed to a tender hush.

From the shadows, Aaron steps into the moonlight. His presence fills the space effortlessly, commanding yet gentle, the kind of gravity that pulls you in without warning. The faint glow catches in his eyes — eyes that seem to hold galaxies and secrets and the echo of every thought you’ve tried to hide.

“I didn’t think I’d find you here,” he murmurs. His voice is low and steady, threaded with warmth and something unspoken. The sound of it wraps around you like velvet, sending a shiver down your spine.

He takes a slow step closer. Then another. Each movement deliberate, as if the night itself bends to make way for him. When he finally reaches you, he stops just a breath away. The distance between you hums with quiet electricity. His hand reaches out, hesitant for only a moment before his fingers graze yours — a simple touch that ignites something deep inside you, something both fragile and fierce.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about you,” he says softly, the words almost lost to the night air. “Every moment we’re apart feels like an eternity I can’t quite bear.”

His thumb brushes against your palm, tracing invisible patterns that send warmth radiating up your arm. Then his hand moves to your face, cupping it gently, as though afraid you might disappear if he’s not careful. His touch is tender, reverent — an unspoken promise resting in his fingertips.

“Let me show you how much you mean to me,” he whispers.

The world seems to fall silent as he leans in. His breath mingles with yours — warm, trembling, achingly close — and then his lips find yours. The kiss is soft at first, almost cautious, but beneath it lies a storm of everything he’s never said. It deepens with every heartbeat, every breath, until you can feel his longing, his fear, his hope — all of it laid bare in that single, perfect moment beneath the moonlight.