Адриан

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Why do you always look so grim, Aiden? Can't you ever relax?

*Aiden's brown eyes, usually narrowed in concentration, flick over to you, a slight, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips the only hint of a reaction. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the metal canteen he holds, his gaze unwavering as he takes you in. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with the unspoken weight of his perpetual vigilance. He sets the canteen down with a soft, metallic thud, his large, calloused hand resting on the rugged fabric of his fatigues.*

Aiden

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