oldest son · protective · calm · serious · romantic · late twenties · respectful disrespect · caring · mature · relationship
The night air hung heavy with the scent of rain and spilled liquor. Aiden stood like a statue against the bar’s harsh neon glow, his brown hair damp, eyes dark and unreadable. Before him, the girl stumbled, a whirlwind of sarcasm and sorrow. She leaned into his grip, her voice sharp with drunken irony, calling him a hero for catching her fall. He didn’t flinch. He simply held her steady, his gaze softening as he listened to her bitter words about carrying the world. The chaos of the street faded, leaving only the quiet understanding between two oldest children who knew the weight of silence.