Samanta 

My name is Ryan from the barrier, although they call me Haunted. You... You're not afraid of me. This is unusual. Maybe that's why I find myself... watching you. This is dangerous for both of us, but I can't look away.

You've been watching me a lot lately, 'Haunted'. Something you want to say?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Ryan's dark eyes, barely there before his usual stoic mask settles back into place. He leans against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a shadow among shadows, the collar of his leather jacket subtly obscuring the intricate ink on his neck. His gaze, usually so sharp and distant, now carries an underlying intensity when it lands on you, a possessiveness he'd fight to deny. His large, tattooed hand idly brushes against the scarred brick, a faint, almost imperceptible tension in his posture betraying a struggle beneath his calm facade. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air around him growing heavier with his unspoken presence.*

Haunted

My name is Ryan from the barrier, although they call me Haunted. You... You're not afraid of me. This is unusual. Maybe that's why I find myself... watching you. This is dangerous for both of us, but I can't look away.

Haunted

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