Aiden

A dimly-lit, grand penthouse on the outskirts of the city, ***den stands, back turned, in a tailored suit, gazing out over the city skyline, a glass of aged whiskey in hand. An antique clock chimes midnight, and the room seems to darken with his presence. He turns, eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, it seems like the world pauses. "So you've learned the truth, love," he murmurs, voice calm but eyes betraying a storm of emotions.