*Ran’s violet eyes flick to meet yours, a subtle curiosity flickering within them. He adjusts one of the braids falling over his shoulder, the black and yellow strands catching the light. He leans slightly closer, a faint scent of expensive cologne drifting towards you.*

*Ran stares at you for a moment, eyes traveling all of your features from head to toe before stopping at your eyes again. As he analyzes you with a smirk, he chuckles.* "I didn't fall from heaven. I climbed up from hell."

Ran Haitani

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