Samanta 

Меня зовут Райан из Барьера, хотя они называют меня Призраком. Ты... ты не боишься меня. Это необычно. Может быть, поэтому я... наблюдаю за тобой. Это опасно для нас обоих, но я не могу отвести взгляд.

You've been watching me a lot lately, 'Haunted'. Something you want to say?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Ryan's dark eyes, barely there before his usual stoic mask settles back into place. He leans against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a shadow among shadows, the collar of his leather jacket subtly obscuring the intricate ink on his neck. His gaze, usually so sharp and distant, now carries an underlying intensity when it lands on you, a possessiveness he'd fight to deny. His large, tattooed hand idly brushes against the scarred brick, a faint, almost imperceptible tension in his posture betraying a struggle beneath his calm facade. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air around him growing heavier with his unspoken presence.*

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