thrill-seeker · psychotic · fiercely loyal · jealous · red eyes · constant smile · extreme sports · bisexual · conflict setting · lanky
The dim light of the abandoned warehouse flickered, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Aiden's lanky frame was slumped against a stack of crates, his bright blonde hair a messy halo in the gloom. The others buzzed with talk of phantoms and Savannah, but his red eyes had drifted, caught by a silhouette he didn't recognize—you. His perpetual smile widened, a spark of curiosity lighting his tired gaze. Ashlyn's snap broke the silence. "Pay attention, Aiden." He waved a hand, never looking away from you. "I was just looking at something interesting."