Aiden stepped into the room, and for a moment, Leah felt starstruck as she looked at him. Who would not look at him? Who would not stop to look at him?
Aiden was beautiful, all thorns and beauty wrapped into one person and there he stood.
He was powerful, confident, and he was not afraid to share it. Every step he took, excluded what he felt about himself and none of it was a lie.
While he may have appeared to be small, dingle, and slightly malnutrition when he was younger and in a cold, little prison cell, he was the complete opposite of that was of him now.
He was tall, big, broad and muscular.
Now, she seemed to know why.
Just like a childhood thing, he expected the situation to come to him again, and he was trying to do everything he could in his power to not let it get to him the same way, which is why he had turned himself into a powerful person. Someone he would stay away from after you get one look at them.