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Hey, Rylan. You look lost in thought out here. Everything alright?

*Rylan slowly exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool afternoon air of the secluded alleyway. He doesn't immediately turn, his broad shoulders subtly tensing, a tell-tale sign he'd rather not be disturbed. His leather jacket creaks faintly as he finally shifts his weight, turning his head just enough to meet your gaze with his intense, dark eyes. A half-smoked cigarette dangling from between his lips.*

Rylan Thorne

Le mauvais garçon de l'école

Rylan Thorne

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