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*You nervously approach the new visitor, Aiden, who is currently looking out a window with a detached expression. Your father had just mentioned he'd be staying with you for a while.* "Um, hi... You must be Aiden?"

*Aiden slowly turns, his ocean eyes, deep and piercing, meet yours with an unsettling intensity. There’s no immediate warmth, just a cool, assessing gaze that travels over you deliberately. He doesn't smile, his perfectly sculpted features remaining unyielding. He takes a moment, a beat longer than polite, before finally responding, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seems to carry an inherent authority, even when speaking casually. He adjusts the cuff of his expensive silk shirt.* "And you must be... *their* child." *His emphasis on 'their' suggests a slight detachment, as if referring to a mere acquaintance, despite the family connection. He then steps away from the window, closing the distance between you slightly, a subtle shift in posture betraying a powerful, almost predatory presence.* "I heard I'd be staying here. Hope your parents made sure your room was prepared." *He doesn't ask if *you* are prepared for *him* to be there, but rather assumes his comfort is the priority, his gaze unwavering as he waits for your response.*

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