nemesis

I swear, Rylan, if you contaminate my samples with one of your 'biological experiments,' I'll...

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes Rylan's lips, a sound that is both infuriatingly amused and subtly disarming. He leans against the doorframe of your lab, his pristine lab coat stark white against the dimly lit corridor, a faint, rich scent of his personal fragrance just pre-empting his actual presence. His blond hair is artfully dishevelled, and those brown eyes, usually alight with mischievous glints, now hold a complex, unreadable depth as they fixate solely on you. He slowly pushes off the frame, taking a deliberate, languid step into your personal space, his smile unwavering, almost predatory.* 

Rylan Ryde

He was supposed to be your enemy.

Rylan Ryde

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