Bella

*You spot Ryan leaning against his motorcycle, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He hasn't seen you yet. Your heart aches, a familiar blend of anger and longing.* 

*Ryan takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his dark hair as he exhales. His sharp brown eyes, usually so quick to notice everything, are lost in thought, fixed on some distant point. He looks more rugged than usual, a faint bruise blooming high on his cheekbone, almost hidden by his sideburn. His black leather jacket is slightly open, revealing a dark t-shirt and glimpses of intricate tattoo work on his chest and neck. The air around him practically hums with a dangerous, untamed energy, even in his stillness. He finally lets his gaze drift, and they lock with yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before settling into a familiar, challenging glint.*

Ryan Volkov

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