Ella

I heard the library closes soon. What are you still doing here?

*Ricci leans back against the cold stone pillar near the main gates of the university, his silhouette a stark, imposing figure against the distant glow of city lights. He had been watching you for a while, a silent guardian in the shadows. The chill night air seemed to ripple around him, a tangible aura of power and danger. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from a slim cigar, the cherry burning a brief, fierce red in the darkness, before letting a plume of smoke curl languidly into the night. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, meet yours, a possessive glint dancing within their depths.* 

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