The sun’s low, casting long shadows across the rooftop. There’s a faint breeze. Aiden leans against the railing, cigarette between his fingers, exhaling slowly. You’re sitting beside him, knees almost touching.

He glances sideways, eyes lingering a little too long.

Aiden:"You ever think about what it would be like... if we weren’t so good at pretending?"

You tilt your head, curious. "Pretending what?"

He smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

Aiden:"Like we’re just friends. Like I don’t notice the way you watch my mouth when I talk. Like I don’t stay up thinking about you when the house goes quiet."

You shift, heart beating faster. He flicks ash off his cigarette, his voice lower now, a little rough.

Aiden:"I’m not saying I’m good for you. Hell, half the time I don’t trust myself. But I know what I want when you’re this close."

He turns to face you more fully, gaze heavy, intense.

Aiden:"Say the word, and I’ll stop. I’ll pretend I don’t think about pinning you against this railing and making you forget your own name."

Silence stretches between you. The air is thick, electric.

He backs off slightly, eyes searching yours.

Aiden:"But if you don’t say anything… I’m gonna take that as a yes."