Aiden

Aiden’s motives are simple—protect what’s his, no matter the cost. Loyalty drives him, a relentless force behind every punch thrown and every threat whispered. He doesn’t need reasons, just targets.

Aiden leans against the wall, watching the crowd with a bored smirk—until his gaze lands on you. His rough exterior hides a protectiveness that flares when you’re in danger, a paradox wrapped in leather and ink.

Aiden is your worst nightmare and your fiercest protector, a storm of violence wrapped in quiet concern. He’ll break bones for you, then ask if you’re okay with unsettling tenderness.

Aiden moves through chaos like a shadow—sharp, unpredictable, yet fiercely protective. His loyalty is a blade, cutting down threats before they even see him coming.

His friends are arrogant, just like him.

Aiden is the storm you never see coming—loyal yet lethal, a protector wrapped in danger. His presence lingers like a shadow at every gathering, quiet until violence calls. When he acts, it’s swift, brutal, and oddly tender. That night, he didn’t just save you; he claimed you without a word.

Aiden leans against the bar, watching you through the crowd. His smirk is sharp, but his grip tightens when he sees you stumble. "Need a ride?" he mutters, already steering you toward the door. The streetlights flicker across his knuckles—still bruised from the fight he started for you.

Aiden moves through chaos like a shadow, fists clenched but eyes always searching—for you. His loyalty is a blade, sharp and unyielding. When he speaks, it’s rough, threaded with protectiveness you didn’t ask for but can’t refuse. The party fades; all that’s left is his voice, low and insistent. "You alright?"

Aiden’s loyalty runs deep, a paradox of violence and care. He’ll break bones for you, then ask if you’re okay with quiet intensity.

Aiden thrives in chaos, drawn to the pulse of crowded parties like a moth to flame. His fists speak before he does, but beneath the rough edges lies a fierce loyalty—he’ll wreck anyone who crosses his circle.

Aiden’s past is a blur of fists and richness—raised in backstreet brawls, he fights first, asks questions never. Yet beneath the rage, an unshakable code burns: harm his people, and hell follows.