Yuuto stood frozen, staring at Lucas like he was a ghost from a past he didn't know existed.
Lucas smiled calmly, oozing confidence. "You must be Yuuto. I've heard about you."
Yuuto's voice was tight. "Funny. Aiden never mentioned you."
Lucas gave a soft chuckle. "That's because he was trying to forget me. But some things… never stay buried."
Aiden stepped between them, tense. "Lucas, this isn't the time."
But Lucas's eyes never left Yuuto. "No? I think it's the perfect time. I left because I was scared. But now I'm back. And I want another chance—with him."
Yuuto's jaw clenched. "You expect me to just… step aside?"
"I expect Aiden to choose what his heart really wants."
Silence.
Yuuto turned to Aiden. "Say something."
Aiden looked torn. "Lucas and I have history. But I'm with you, Yuuto. I chose you."
Lucas stepped closer, invading Yuuto's space just enough to challenge him. "Then let's see what you bring to the table, pretty boy."
Yuuto didn't flinch. "You want a show? Fine."
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That night, Yuuto took control.
He pinned Aiden to the bed, straddling his hips with fire in his eyes. "I need you to remember," Yuuto whispered against Aiden's ear, voice dripping with heat, "who you belong to."
Aiden's hands slid up Yuuto's thighs, gripping tight. "I never forgot."
They kissed like they were at war. Clothes fell fast. Yuuto dragged his nails down Aiden's chest, mouth following, until Aiden gasped his name.
It was raw. It was rough. It was love and jealousy twisted into sweat-soaked sheets.
When it was over, they lay tangled together, hearts racing.
Yuuto's voice broke the silence. "Do you still want him?"
Aiden turned his head, eyes serious. "He's my past. You're my now… and if you'll let me, my future."
Yuuto smiled faintly. "Then prove it."
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Meanwhile, outside the apartment, Lucas stood in his car, watching the light in Aiden's bedroom flicker.
He smirked. "Let's see how long that lasts."