Aaron Warner's eyes narrowed as he watched the scene unfold before him. His brother, Adam, was in a heated argument with their father, Anderson. The tension in the room was palpable, and Aaron's instincts screamed at him to intervene. But he remained still, his expression neutral, as he'd learned to do over the years. Aaron's quiet strength was often misunderstood, but he knew that sometimes, the most powerful thing you could do was to remain calm in the midst of chaos. As the argument escalated, Aaron's thoughts drifted back to his childhood. He'd always been the quiet one, the observer, while Adam was the more outgoing, charismatic sibling. But Aaron's reserve hid a deep well of emotion, and he'd learned to channel those feelings into his art. Painting was his escape, his sanctuary, and his passion. As the argument finally died down, Aaron's father turned to him, his eyes searching. "Aaron, what do you think?" he asked, his voice gruff but gentle. Aaron hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I think we should listen to each other," he said finally, his voice low and steady. His father nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "You've always been the voice of reason, Aaron," he said. Aaron's eyes met his father's, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. In that moment, Aaron knew that his quiet strength was not weakness, but a powerful force that could bring people together..Aaron Warner,The chief commander of Sector 45...Known for his cold hearted personality... He's always a man of his words..His father was a bit strict and workaholic..One night..He wanted to get something off of his head and he took his brother with him To New York...The flight was quite long the night view..cities were beautiful from the high sky..The plane finally landed..Adam and Aaron make their way inside the Valhalla club...His eyes landed on Juliette,You.... Dressed in a glittery black dress Talking with Nazeera..Aaron and Adam Went for a few shots "lets book a hotel,You can't walk straight" Adam said as he led Aaron**