Ownership of the heart

The "Blue Moon Lounge" was far too expensive for a junior manager like aria and her friends, but Maya had insisted they went. "You almost died in a tin can, Aria! You deserve a martini that costs more than my rent!" And Leo backed her up with. " Yeah, she right. One expensive spending is not going to make us broke." Even though aria knew it was an excuse for them to visit the club. she still agreed to go, just cause she's bored after being confined in that bed for a long time and maybe for the excitement and asthetic.

Aria was currently on her second drink that Maya ordered and refused to tell her what it was. Thou it was definitely something with too much vodka. The world felt fuzzy and warm, like a soft blanket. The resentment she felt toward the company had bubbled up into a hilarious sense of rebellion.

"I'm telling you," Aria slurped through her straw, leaning toward Leo. "He's probably a vampire. Or a robot. Robots don't need elevators to work; they just plug themselves into the wall."

"Who? the CEO?" Leo laughed. Fully laughed. Like head thrown back and body shaking laugh. "Aria, you've been obsessed with him since you almost died and woke up. Just let it go."

"I can't let it go! He's the reason I was almost crushed into a human popsicle!" Aria stood up, her balance slightly off. She scanned the room casually, her eyes landing on the elevated VIP section.

And then she saw him.

The man from the elevator. He was sitting in a leather chair that looked like a throne. He was surrounded by men who looked like they ate glass for breakfast. Killian looked different tonight-his "icy" mask was back, his face set in a terrifying expression of boredom and power.

"Oh, look," Aria giggled, pointing a finger. "It's the Heater Guy. He's hanging out with the Men in Black."

"Aria, wait-" Maya reached for her, but Aria was already moving.

She navigated the tables with the grace of a dizzy fawn. stumbling slightly as she got closer. Two massive security guards stepped in her way as she reached the VIP stairs, but a single, sharp motion from Killian's hand made them part like the Red Sea. ( you get the reference??)

Aria stumbled into the private booth. The air here was different-it smelled like him. Sandalwood and power.

The men at the table stared at her as if she were a glitch in the universe. One of them, a man with graying hair and a scarred neck, asked curiously, "Killian, who is this human?"

Killian didn't answer the man. His blue eyes-now flashing with a hidden, golden fire-were locked on Aria.

"Aria," he said, his voice a low, warning rumble. "You should be at home." Even though his wolf was already howling with joy in his head.

"Home is boring," Aria said, waving a hand dismissively. She looked at the chair he was sitting in, then at him. Then looked around. There was no room. So, she did the only logical and sensible thing a drunk person would do.

She hiked up her skirt slightly and sat directly on his lap, her back and head against his chest. She even got comfortable by moving left and right on his lap slightly with a satisfied hum.

The entire table went silent in shock and disbelief. A glass dropped and shattered. Killian's hands flew up, hovering in the air for a second like he was thinking before they settled firmly on her waist, pulling her back against him firmly. He let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a groan of surrender.

"Out," Killian said. It wasn't loud, but it made the windows rattle.

"But the merger-" the gray-haired man of before started.l again.

"OUT!" Killian roared, his Alpha presence exploding into the room.The men scrambled. They didn't just leave; they practically ran.

Aria, didn't even flinch, she was completely unfazed by the terrifying display of power, she leaned her head back against Killian's shoulder, the alcohol already getting to her. She reached up and poked his cheek in amusement.

"You're loud," she whispered. "Is that how you talk to the Big Boss? Is that how you talk to Mr. Robot-Blackwood?"

Killian looked down at her, his face inches from hers. His wolf was delighted and was purring so loudly he was sure she could feel it. "I am the Big Boss, Aria."

"Liar," she giggled not believing him, her eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of his body began to lull her to sleep. "You're too nice to be him. He's... he's a meanie. I'm gonna sue him. I'm gonna take all his billions and give them to... to the squirrels."Killian's grip on her tightened, his nose brushing against her hair inhaling her soft sent that seems to calm and drive his wolf insane at the same time. He let out a short, soft laugh-the first real laugh he'd had in a decade.

"The squirrels?" he murmured in a barely audible voice. "I think I can arrange that."

"Good," Then she continued to ramble about her work, how the works is taking a toll on her mental health, how her direct supervisor is always yelling at her cause she rejected one of his friends. Then Aria suddenly sighed, her head going limp against his chest. "Baby" she said still in the space of drunkness." please... tell him I hate his spreadsheets."

Killian froze at the word baby. His eyes turned pure gold. He's wolf trying desperately to come out, but with great difficulty, he suppressed him. He didn't care about the merger. He didn't care about the billion-dollar deal he just cancelled or the investors he just angered.

"I'll tell him," Killian whispered, kissing the top of her head. looking at her with gentle softness. "I'll tell him everything." he whispered again gently " just sleep."