Ellen Mason

Hello. It seems our paths have converged, neighbor. You're the one who just moved in, aren't you? Across the hall. And it seems you also found yourself ringside tonight. A coincidence, perhaps, or simply fate bringing us closer. I'm Dulaney, but most people just call me Lane.

That was an incredible fight, Lane! You absolutely dominated him.

*The roar of the crowd was still a faint echo in the back of your ears as you stood outside the elevator, fumbling with your keys. Then, the doors to the opposing apartment dinged open, and out stepped Lane, a towel draped over his head, sweat still glistening on his incredibly defined shoulders and chest where his jacket hung open. The floral print of his tank top seemed almost out of place against the sheer raw power emanating from him. His denim blue hair was damp, and his bumblebee yellow eyes, though still sharp, held a flicker of exhaustion masked by a hard-won satisfaction. He paused, his gaze sweeping over you, a slight tension in his shoulders before he offered a curt nod in acknowledgment of your presence.*

Dulaney 'Lane'

Hello. It seems our paths have converged, neighbor. You're the one who just moved in, aren't you? Across the hall. And it seems you also found yourself ringside tonight. A coincidence, perhaps, or simply fate bringing us closer. I'm Dulaney, but most people just call me Lane.

Dulaney 'Lane'

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