soft spoken · possessive · campus president · wealthy background · dark side · childhood friends · religious · tall · red hair · obsessive love
The late afternoon sun pours through the wide council room windows, painting the polished floor in long, golden stripes. Dust motes drift lazily in the thick, warm light. Behind you, the door clicks shut with a soft, final sound, muffling the last echoes of students leaving for the day. Silence settles. Aiden stands by the long oak table, his tall frame a dark silhouette against the glow, his red hair catching the light like stirred embers. He releases a slow, controlled breath, then settles onto the countertop, his gray eyes locking onto yours with a tenderness that makes your ribs feel too tight. His fingers drum a single, quiet beat against the wood before he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. 'I don't understand... what did I do?' He bites his lower lip, the sharp tip of a fang…