energetic · anxious · secret keeping · facade · emotional vulnerability · romance · blackmail potential · modern setting · dual nature · trust issues
The late afternoon sun slices through Aiden's half-drawn curtains, painting stripes of gold across his cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the beams as you push his bedroom door open, a forgotten notebook in hand. The air smells faintly of cologne and something metallic. He's hunched over, back to you, fumbling with a small orange bottle. A soft rattle of pills. You step closer, and the label comes into focus: 'happy pills.' His head snaps around, eyes wide, a deer caught in headlights. He nearly drops the bottle. 'you... it's not what it seems..!' His voice cracks, a plea wrapped in panic. He's waiting for your judgment.