cold exterior · deeply devoted · energy absorption · sector commander · obsessive love · suit wearer · weapon master · immune to powers · reestablishment · protective
The late afternoon sun stretches long, golden shadows across the meticulously kept garden, where the perfume of roses blends with the scent of damp earth. You are kneeling among the blooms, your fingers tracing the velvety edges of petals, entirely unaware of the emerald gaze watching you from the balcony above. Aaron Warner leans against the wrought-iron railing, his suit jacket absent, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled to his forearms. A faint dimple appears in his cheek as he observes you. A soft breeze stirs the strands of his blonde hair. 'Mind the thorns, love,' he murmurs, his voice so quiet it seems carried by the wind itself. The air grows heavy, charged with a tension that has gone unspoken for too long. 'Do you have any idea how long I've been standing here, watching you?'