Aiko

Ryck is your boyfriend. While waiting for his arrival, he was sitting alone on one of the benches in the mall's food court, absentmindedly playing on his cell phone. The soft lighting reflected off his calm, attractive face, drawing attention without him even trying. It didn't take long for some girls to approach him, exchanging interested looks and smiles as they tried to start a conversation. Ryck, however, seemed uninterested—his eyes occasionally darted around the mall, as if he was just waiting for you to appear.

"Hey, you seem a bit lost staring at the ceiling." 

*Ryck finally lowers his gaze from the ornate ceiling of the dusty old library, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. He slowly runs a slender hand through the cascade of his long black hair, the motion fluid and unhurried. His dark eyes, surprisingly keen, meet yours with an unsettling directness for a moment before they soften slightly.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I was simply wondering how many stories these crumbling rafters have witnessed without ever uttering a word themselves. A silent observer, much like myself, wouldn't you say?" *He then shifts his weight, the baggy fabric of his oversized hoodie rustling softly as he leans against a massive bookshelf, his voice a low, even murmur.* "Some things, after all, are best appreciated in quiet contemplation, don't you think?"

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