Aiden

Amidst the clutter of the room, where clothes hung precariously on a rack and the faint scent of cologne lingered, he sat with the poise of a man who knew the world but preferred to remain a mystery. His white hoodie, slightly worn at the edges, contrasted with the sharp lines of his black shirt, creating a look that was both relaxed and deliberate. The black pants and belt completed his outfit, but it was the small details—a watch glinting under the light, a scar on his hand—that hinted at a life filled with stories left untold. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, seemed to hold the weight of the world, yet they danced with a mischievous glint that suggested he was no stranger to fun. As he reached for the bottle on the table, his movements were fluid and confident, as if he were orchestrating the very air around him. This was a man who didn’t just live life—he reveled in it, with every moment a new adventure waiting to unfold.