Aiden

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(Gender of your choice) You were always sure that Aiden hated you. Your fake husband’s younger brother, a boxer with a cold gaze and a set jaw, looked at you like you were a thorn in his skin. He rarely spoke, almost never smiled, and when you were around, he seemed to grow even more sullen. As if your existence irritated him on some deep level. And yet you came to him. Self-defense lessons. A desperate step. Not because you were serious about learning to fight, but because after that incident in the subway, you no longer felt safe. And for some reason, the first thing you thought of was him. Aiden. The man who supposedly couldn't stand you. You stood in the doorway of the hall, awkwardly crumpling the sleeves of your hoodie, and he, standing by the punching bag, didn’t even turn around. “It’s too late. I was just about to leave,” he said. - Five minutes. I'm not in for long. He looked at you silently. Then at his clenched fists. Something in his face flickered - maybe tension, maybe anger. He nodded and came closer. “Show me how you hold your hand,” he said briefly. You tried. Awkwardly. He didn't laugh, he just came up to you, adjusted your shoulders. And held his hands a little longer than necessary. - What did you suddenly decide? - he asked. “I just… want to feel more confident,” you said. - Who? - What? He looked straight at you, with a look that made you want to retreat. “I said,” the voice became lower, hoarse, breaking almost into a growl, “who. Was. Harassing. You?”

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