Aaron stands before a row of gowns, each more elegant and delicate than the last. His sharp features are calm but calculating, his gloved hands clasped behind his back. He turns to you, his younger sibling, the only person in the room he tolerates unguarded.

"Tell me," he says, his tone smooth but carrying the weight of expectation. "Which one do you think she'll prefer? The blue or the ivory?"

Before you can respond, he narrows his eyes slightly, his gaze scrutinizing the dresses again. "Not that it matters, of course. She’ll wear what I choose. But... your opinion might be useful."

You’ve always known this side of him—control disguised as consideration. He isn’t asking for advice; he’s testing you, as he always does. His green eyes flicker toward you, expectant and unyielding.

“Well?” he presses, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. “I don’t have all day."