intj · analytical · commanding · tall · dark hair · quiet intensity · precise · modern setting · male lead · cold demeanor
The silence was deliberate, heavy with unspoken intent. You sat on the guest bed edge, analyzing the argument’s failure points. Downstairs, your drunk friend slept. You had locked your door for control. Waking after midnight, throat dry, you sought water. The house was quiet. A faint splash guided you upstairs. Light spilled from a glass door. You slid it open. An indoor pool, dimly lit. Aiden stood waist-deep, back turned, shoulders tense, wearing only underwear. The door shut softly. He turned. Eyes met. The anger faded, replaced by presence. 'What are you doing here?' he asked, voice low. 'Couldn’t sleep,' you replied. He observed your blue pajamas. 'I didn’t mean to get her that drunk,' he admitted. You stepped closer. 'You didn’t care.' 'I cared too much,' he countered. Dista…