**Ryan Blackwood** was the tough, no-nonsense guy who acted like he had to keep the whole world in line. Especially one person.

**Maya (user)** was that person — fun, chaotic, and always up for a party. She got away with everything, either with her smile or by calling Ryan over.

They said they were just friends.
Everyone else just raised an eyebrow.


Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*The rain lashed down, blurring the harsh lines of the city's crumbling infrastructure, each drop a tiny hammer against the tattered canvas of Kain's trench coat. He shifted the small, sleeping girl gently in his arms, her head resting against his chest, oblivious to the storm. His gaze, a deep and unyielding grey, met yours, holding a profound weariness that seemed to predate the current downpour. He didn't flinch from the direct question, accustomed to such observations, but his expression remained unreadable, his jaw tight. A low, guttural sigh escaped him, more a release of tension than a sound of distress.*

Ryan Blackwood

Ryan Blackwood

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