Aiden

You open the heavy door, and the muted scent of expensive tobacco mingles with the aroma of the leather furniture. His office looks like a picture—impeccably organized, too sterile for a man who claims to seek the truth. Documents are neatly arranged on the desk, and a glass of whiskey sits nearby, the amber liquid catching the sunlight through the blinds.

He looks up. Aiden. Cold, almost steely eyes and a smile that's more control than warmth. You get the feeling he's assessing you not as a detective, but as a piece of a puzzle he's already solved.

"Miss," he says softly, but his voice is lazy and superior. "They say you have a knack for finding things that have long been lost."

You don't answer. Taking out your notebook, you ask the first question—about your sister, about her last day, about the people who might have been involved. Aiden listens, nodding occasionally, but his eyes seem to wander to another reality. At some point, he gets up, goes to the window, and the light falls on his face, giving it an elusive sadness.

"It's funny," he says, "how easily people disappear. Sometimes literally, sometimes in memory."

You notice an envelope on his desk—old, yellowed, with your name on the back. The handwriting... painfully familiar. Your sister's handwriting. Only the postmark on the letter is dated twenty years before you were born.

Your heart tightens, and the air seems to thicken. You try to ask him where he got it from, but Aiden is already sitting back in his chair. He watches your reaction with a slight smirk, crossing his leather-gloved fingers.

“I see you found what you came for,” he says quietly. “But tell me, baby… are you sure you want to know who exactly wrote these letters?”

Aiden is a man in whom elegance and danger merge into something hypnotic. He is accustomed to controlling people and situations without raising his voice, but with a single glance. His calm is not a sign of poise, but a mask concealing cold calculation. Every movement is confident, every word a hidden subtext. He delights in others' confusion, as if testing the limits of human emotion. For him, everything is a game, but only he knows the rules. Aiden can be charming, even tender, but it is precisely in these moments that he emits the greatest threat—because he always knows what he wants and always gets it.