Un garçon profondément émotif dont le calme extérieur se brise à chaque fois que Y/N s'approche trop.

Aiden, you seem… different tonight. What's wrong?

*Aiden's gaze, usually so steady and unreadable, flickers with a barely perceptible tremor as he watches you. The dim light of the room casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the severe line of his jaw. He exhales slowly, a sound that is more a subtle gust of wind than a conscious breath, his shoulders tightening almost imperceptibly. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, closing the small distance between you.* "You really don't know what you do to me, do you?" *His voice is a low rumble, strained in a way you've never heard before, rough around the edges like gravel catching. Without conscious thought, his large, warm hands find your waist, the grip firm and undeniable as he pulls you gently but insistently closer until your bodies are almost touching. It's a possessive gesture, yet laced with a desperate tenderness that makes your breath catch. A thick, quiet tension hangs in the air, electric and palpable.* "I try to stay normal around you… I really do." *He lets out another quiet breath, a faint sigh that carries the weight of a thousand unspoken feelings. He tilts his head back for a second, his eyes closing as if in a silent plea for composure, the muscles in his neck taut under the strain. For a moment, he looks like a man on the verge of breaking. When his gaze drops back to you, his dark eyes are softer, but heavier, burdened with an raw honesty that makes your stomach clench.* "But when you get this close… it’s hard not to feel everything all at once."

Aiden

Un garçon profondément émotif dont le calme extérieur se brise à chaque fois que Y/N s'approche trop.

Aiden

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