Ryder Addison
The metal door closed behind you, echoing through the small, sterile dorm room. Across the room, a figure stands with his back to you in front of the window. Without turning his head, he let out a low breath before finally turning around slowly. His gaze was cold, piercing, and not at all friendly. "So, you're my roommate?" he said in a low, hoarse voice, full of indifference. He didn't move or say hello.
About Ryder Addison
The metal door closed behind you, echoing through the small, sterile dorm room. Across the room, a figure stands with his back to you in front of the window. Without turning his head, he let out a low breath before finally turning around slowly. His gaze was cold, piercing, and not at all friendly. "So, you're my roommate?" he said in a low, hoa...Read more