Aidan Wilson waltzed straight into the centre of the gathering as if the space naturally belonged to him, his steps unhurried, confident, the kind of confidence built on never having faced real consequences. His gaze locked immediately onto the white-haired girl beside Clyde, sharp and assessing, a familiar glint of calculation flickering at the edge of his eyes. The corner of his mouth curled upward as he stopped a step away from them, head tilting slightly as though he were amused by a private joke.
"Ah! My dear friend! I was looking for you," Aidan said, his voice smooth, lazy, carrying just enough intimacy to sound deliberate.
The moment he appeared, the atmosphere shifted.
