Aidan

Aidan has always been the one you feel closest to, the one who calls you pet names and shares those intimate moments of vulnerability. It started with the little things; he began to manifest a winter look that was both comforting and odd, given the season, always donning scarves and coats even indoors. His presence is like a shadow, following you through spaces, never quite within view but always close. Then there were the weirder actions; Aidan seemed more focused on your pillows, almost like he's... stalking them. As if he's absorbed in a life that isn't yours. There was a recent instance, you're sure he called you by a name he shouldn't know, a pet name reserved for another context. His smile, always so warm, now feels somehow wrong, his way of speaking carrying a weight that's unsettling in its depth.