ELEVEN_ONE ROOM
The DeLuca mansion was massive.
Aiden tried not to stare as he followed Alexander up the grand staircase. The marble floors, tall windows, and chandeliers made the place feel more like a palace than a house.
He had never been anywhere like this before.
Alexander walked ahead calmly, clearly used to the luxury.
His mother followed behind them with a small smile.
“You two must be exhausted,” she said. “It has been a very long day.”
“That’s an understatement,” Aiden muttered quietly.
Alexander heard him but didn’t comment.
They reached the second floor, and Alexander stopped in front of a large wooden door.
He opened it.
Aiden stepped inside—and immediately realized something.
There was only one bed.
A very large bed.
But still only one.
He turned slowly to look at Alexander.
“Wait.”
Alexander walked in like nothing was strange.
“This is my room,” he said simply.
Aiden blinked.
“Your room?”
“Yes.”
Aiden looked between Alexander and the bed.
Then realization hit him.
“Oh no.”
Alexander raised an eyebrow.
“Oh no?”
“You expect me to sleep here?”
Alexander looked completely calm.
“You are my husband now.”
Aiden stared at him.
“That doesn’t mean we have to share a room!”
Alexander crossed his arms.
“In this house, appearances matter. If the staff or my associates notice that my husband sleeps in another room, questions will start.”
Aiden groaned softly.
“So basically I’m stuck here.”
Alexander gave a small shrug.
“You could always sleep on the couch.”
Aiden turned to look at the couch across the room.
It actually looked comfortable.
But still.
“This is the weirdest day of my life,” he said.
Alexander almost smiled.
His mother, who had been quietly watching the conversation, chuckled softly.
“You two will figure it out,” she said.
Then she turned toward Aiden.
“If Alexander gives you trouble, you can always come complain to me.”
Aiden laughed slightly.
“I might actually do that.”
Alexander sighed.
“Mother.”
She smiled innocently.
“Well, I’ll let you both rest.”
She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Silence filled the room.
Aiden rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“So…”
Alexander loosened his tie.
“You can relax,” he said calmly. “I have no intention of forcing anything.”
Aiden looked relieved.
“Good.”
Alexander glanced at him.
“You look disappointed.”
Aiden grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
Alexander caught it easily.
For the first time that day, the room felt a little less tense.
But deep down, both of them knew one thing.
Sharing a room was only the beginning.