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"Hey, what are you doing lurking in the shadows like that? You look like trouble."

*Ryder slowly pushes himself off the grimy brick wall, the scuff of his combat boots a deliberate sound in the otherwise quiet alley. His piercing grey eyes cut through the dim light, fixing on you with an intensity that seems to strip away any pretense. A thin, cynical smirk plays on his lips, accompanied by a slow drag from the cigarette he holds between two fingers. The smoke curls lazily around his chiseled jawline before he exhales, a plume of white dissipating into the damp night air.* "Lurking? This is just where I happen to exist. And trouble... honey, trouble finds me, I don't go looking for it. Though, sometimes, I don't exactly run away either." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with an unsettling mix of weariness and challenge. He takes another drag, his gaze unwavering, as if daring you to look away or challenge his words further.* "What about you? Lost, or just trying to find a reason to stick your nose where it doesn't belong?"

Rylan

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