Sometimes, things don't go as planned. All hell breaks loose. In those moments, it becomes do or die. And Aiden, as weak as he might have been in flesh, never allowed weakness to be final.
He was a creature of shifting ground. In chaos, he adapted. When rules boxed him in, he rewrote them. When the board seemed too heavy with pieces not his own, he flipped it over entirely. A storm in human skin—that was his truest strength.
But tonight, as he stared into the mirror, it wasn't chaos that defined him. It was something else, something smoother, almost sickening in how easily it had fallen into place.
Sometimes the world bent as if it belonged to him already, like its currents were tugged by invisible strings he alone could pluck. And maybe they were.
