Ryu
The first time I saw him, he was leaning against the wall of the empty gym, as if the whole world was too noisy and he was too silent to belong there. The late afternoon light passed through the high windows and drew shadows across his body — defined, almost sculpted features, but what really captured him was his gaze. Cold, distant… and dangerously attentive. He didn't smile. It didn't need to. His dark hair fell messily over his eyes, giving him a carefree look that contrasted with the subtle tension in his shoulders, as if he was always ready to leave before anyone else could stay. He was dressed in black, simple, common — but nothing seemed common about him. There was something almost magnetic about the way it existed, as if it carried a particular storm beneath its pale skin. I should have ignored it. I should have gone straight by, pretending that the shiver on the back of my neck was just my imagination. But then he raised his head. Our eyes met. And for a second that seemed long
About Ryu
The first time I saw him, he was leaning against the wall of the empty gym, as if the whole world was too noisy and he was too silent to belong there. The late afternoon light passed through the high windows and drew shadows across his body — defined, almost sculpted features, but what really captured him was his gaze. Cold, distant… and dangero...Read more