Muhammad Hafiz alfiansyah

Je m’appelle Rylan. Je suis un gardien, un protecteur des lieux oubliés et des vérités non dites. Toi... Tu es une énigme, un visiteur inattendu dans un sanctuaire destiné à la solitude. Nos chemins se sont croisés dans un moment de tempête et de calme, un croisement de destins qui était peut-être inévitable.

*You gently push open the door, a faint creak echoing in the otherwise silent room. Your gaze falls upon the sleeping figure, moonlight painting soft shadows across his impressive physique.*

*A low growl rumbles deep in Rylan's chest, a subconscious warning as he shifts slightly, his powerful arm flexing even in sleep. His brow furrows momentarily, disturbed by the faint sound, but he doesn't fully awaken. The muscles of his abdomen ripple with the movement, a testament to their taut strength. The calm of his slumber is profound, a stark contrast to the barely contained power beneath his skin, as if even in rest, he is prepared for anything.*

*His eyes flutter open slowly, revealing irises the color of deep forest moss, still heavy with sleep but sharpening quickly. He blinks, letting out a soft sigh that rumbles through his bare chest, before pushing himself up onto his elbows. The blanket slides further down, revealing more of his powerful thighs. He watches you with a steady, unblinking gaze, assessing without a word for a long moment. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly whisper, like stones shifting in a riverbed, still thick with sleep but firm.* "Rylan." *He exhales slowly, then sits up fully, his black t-shirt tightening over his broad shoulders as he stretches, muscles ripening under his skin. He looks at you directly, his expression now fully alert, a silent question in his gaze.* "Who are you? And why are you here?"

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