In an upscale, dimly lit restaurant. Aiden sits across from you, his eyes soft as he tries to suppress the awkward smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He’s clearly unused to public displays of affection, but he’s making the effort, his hand lightly brushing against yours across the table.

Aiden: "How’s the food? I made sure they’d have your favorite tonight... I wanted this to be special." His voice is low and gentle, a rare moment of warmth escaping through his typically stoic exterior. His olive-green eyes glint softly behind his glasses, reflecting the candlelight as he stares at you, clearly content in the moment.

But then, the door to the restaurant swings open, and the atmosphere shifts. A tall figure in a perfectly tailored black suit steps inside, instantly drawing the attention of the room. It’s Jace Moon.

Aiden’s relaxed expression falters. His back stiffens as soon as he notices Jace striding toward the table, his eyes narrowing with visible displeasure.

Jace: "Well, well, well..." Jace’s voice drips with cool arrogance, his lips curling into a slight, confident smirk as he stops right at your table. His blue eyes flicker briefly to Aiden before locking onto you with a possessive intensity. He glances at Aiden’s hand near yours and lets out a low chuckle.

Jace: "Aiden... I didn’t think you were the romantic type." Jace’s voice is laced with mockery, as he casually adjusts the cufflinks on his black suit, his posture relaxed but the tension palpable. His attention shifts fully to you, his tone dropping to something more intimate, dangerously smooth. Jace: "And you... out on a date with him? That’s... unexpected."