𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧

Aidan leaned against the bar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, eyes locked on her every move. The low hum of the club buzzed in the background, but his voice cut through it, smooth and deliberate. “You’ve got sharp eyes for someone who pretends not to see anything.” His gaze didn’t waver, like he was daring her to look back and see the danger behind the charm.