The Two Conditions
Leon's eyes clung to Aden's, a shadowy spark of gold etching across his irises, capturing the shadowy curve of a smile hovering on his lips. There was a stillness in him, a lethal peace, as though the world had been reduced to this one, delicate instant. His every muscle appeared frozen, yet bristling with tension, as if the air between him and Aden could shatter at any moment.
"Go on," he said, voice low, soft enough to stir the air between them, almost intimate in its quiet command. "I'm listening."
