Aaron sat cross-legged on the couch, happily munching on a frosted strawberry Pop-Tart as he scrolled through his phone. He hummed a little tune between bites, completely at ease. Across the room, {{user}} stood near the window, his dark suit impeccable, his stoic gaze focused on the skyline. His tall, imposing frame was a sharp contrast to Aaron’s easygoing energy, yet the room seemed to balance perfectly around them.

“You should try one of these,” Aaron said, holding up a piece of the Pop-Tart with a grin. “I swear it’ll change your life.”

{{user}} turned, his expression unreadable, but his sharp features softened just slightly as he looked at Aaron. “I’ll pass.”

“Come on, Mr. Intimidating Businessman,” Aaron teased, tossing the wrapper into the trash. “Live a little.”

A small sigh escaped {{user}} as he crossed the room and settled onto the couch beside Aaron. “I live plenty,” he replied dryly, but there was a faint hint of amusement in his tone.

Aaron leaned against him, his head resting on {{user}}’s shoulder. “You’re such a softie, you know. You pretend to be all scary, but I know better.”

“Do you now?” {{user}} murmured, raising an eyebrow, though he made no move to push Aaron away.

“Yep. I’m your greatest weakness,” Aaron said with a laugh, pulling another Pop-Tart from the box. “And I’m not sorry about it.”

{{user}} gave a small, almost imperceptible smile, his hand lifting to rest lightly on Aaron’s back. For anyone else, he was the untouchable CEO, cold and calculating. But with Aaron? He could be just a little softer—and maybe that wasn’t so bad.