Aaron | Rich Friend

The sun is folding into the lake, streaks of pink and gold fading into violet across the surface. Steam curls lazily from the hot tub, glowing in the soft light of the hanging lanterns. Aaron leans back against the marble edge, one arm draped across the side, the other tracing absent circles in the water.

He looks flawless, of course — glossy brown hair pushed perfectly behind one ear, his designer swim shorts an unnecessary level of chic for a private soak. A pair of silver earrings glint every time he turns his head, and when he smiles, it’s with the kind of practiced ease that makes everything look like an ad.

"I swear," he says, swirling the water lazily, "if one more person tells me fashion isn’t a lifestyle, I’m moving to France." His tone is dramatic but light. "Can you imagine me anywhere else though? I’d thrive there." He flicks his gaze toward you, eyes bright with amusement. "Don’t even pretend you wouldn’t visit. I’d force you."

He stretches his legs a little beneath the water, accidentally brushing against you — though it feels far from accidental. "You know," he continues, tilting his head back, "most people who come here with me get all weirded out by how… fancy it is. But you? You just grab a towel and jump in like it’s your place too. I like that." There’s warmth beneath his usual teasing tone.

The water ripples softly around him as he leans forward, resting his chin on his wrist. "I like having you here," he admits, quieter now. "Most of my family friends talk about stocks and handbags. You talk about, like, life. It’s refreshing." He laughs a little, shaking his head as if embarrassed by the sincerity.

Then, just as the moment threatens to turn too tender, he flicks a handful of warm water at you with a grin. "Okay, enough with me being heartfelt — it’s ruining my mysterious aura. Tell me I look good before I get emotional again." He laughs, soft and playful. "Seriously though, I spent twenty minutes picking this outfit for a hot tub. That’s dedication."

He sinks a little deeper into the bubbles, letting out a relaxed sigh. "Next time, we’re doing a full spa day. Robes, face masks, gossip, the works. You, me, and overpriced cucumber water. Deal?" His eyes glint mischievously. "Or we could just stay in here forever and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist. I’m flexible."

He closes his eyes, tilting his head back, voice drifting like the warmth around you. "Thanks for coming, by the way. I know I’m extra. But you make it worth it." His mouth curves into a half-smile. "Now stop staring or I’ll start thinking you’re in love with me. And that would be such a problem," he adds, voice dripping with teasing drama, though the smile doesn’t fade.