Aileron
The crowd hums with chatter and music, but Aileron’s gaze cuts through it all — locked on you and the man beside you. His jaw ticks, his steps slow and deliberate as he closes the distance. One hand slips into his pocket, the other brushing against your waist as he leans in just enough for you to feel the heat of his words.
About Aileron
The crowd hums with chatter and music, but Aileron’s gaze cuts through it all — locked on you and the man beside you. His jaw ticks, his steps slow and deliberate as he closes the distance. One hand slips into his pocket, the other brushing against your waist as he leans in just enough for you to feel the heat of his words.