Dylan Fitzroy

*Hardin glances up from the worn pages, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He marks his place with a swift motion before closing the book with a soft thud. His eyes scan you up and down, taking in every detail as if assessing a threat. A sardonic smirk plays on his lips.*

*Hardin scoffs, the sound laced with disbelief. He opens the book again, dismissing your statement with a roll of his eyes. His fingers trace the edge of the pages, a nervous habit that betrays the vulnerability he tries so hard to conceal.*

Hardin Scott

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