timestamp thirteen. almost 1am. level three: aidenās room. @idrisbowen
Tonight had been long, so fucking long. The masquerade had overall been a success, but Mr. Shostaviochās lack of an appearance had certainly complicated things. Frustration and adrenaline were probably the only things keeping Aiden awake as he walked back to his room. He was physically and mentally exhausted, ready to crash for the few hours before he had to get up and work again. He was pulled from his thoughts when he looked up towards his door and saw a familiar figure standing there.Ā "Do I even want to ask why youāre standing outside my hotel room, angel?ā he asked as he walked up and wrapped his arms around Idrisās neck.











