The soft glow of the flat-screen TV illuminated West's spacious luxury apartment, casting flickering shadows across the plush leather sofa where he and Aria lounged.
A half-empty bottle of rich red wine sat on the coffee table, flanked by bowls of buttery popcorn and scattered snacks like chocolate-dipped strawberries, cheese cubes on toothpicks, and crisp veggie slices with creamy dip.
The movie was thrilling mixture of lighthearted comedy and spine-tingling horror, played on, its upbeat soundtrack occasionally dipping into ominous swells that made Aria's heart race.
Aria long pink hair tumbled in loose waves down her back as she nestled closer to West with her petite yet curvaceous body fitting perfectly against his side.
