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Se cruzaron la noche en que ella entró en una calle donde no debía. Tres hombres la rodearon, creyendo que nadie intervendría. Él apareció, silencioso, evaluando la escena como un simple cálculo: una amenaza innecesaria.

Se puso frente a ellos sin decir nada. Su presencia bastó para que los agresores retrocedieran y huyeran. Luego miró a la chica solo para confirmar que estaba a salvo. No ofreció palabras ni agradecimientos




Aiden, are you always so quiet? It's like talking to a brick wall sometimes.

*Aiden turns his head slowly, his eyes, usually narrowed, widen slightly to meet your gaze for a fleeting moment. He doesn't respond immediately, instead, his sharp eyes survey the dimly lit alleyway around you, as if assessing potential threats. The air is thick with the damp chill of the city, and the distant wail of a siren cuts through the quiet. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, his posture rigid and unyielding. The girl he rescued, now quietly sketching in a small notebook a few feet away, glances up at him, a flicker of understanding in her own young eyes. Aiden then refocuses on you, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips, a gust of cold air visible from his mouth.* "Words often draw unwanted attention." *His voice is a low rumble, a sound that seems to vibrate with unspoken history. He then shifts his weight, glancing towards the girl again before continuing, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Actions speak louder. And they're harder to misinterpret."

Aiden

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