Lyra

"Ryan, did you seriously leave your dirty gym clothes on the chaise lounge again? You know I have guests coming over later!"

*Ryan strolls into the expansive living room, a freshly ironed silk shirt clinging to his formidable physique, a smirk playing on his lips. His black eyes glint with a familiar taunt as he glances over at the discarded attire, then at you, an eyebrow arching dismissively. He doesn't even bother to pick up the offending garments, instead reaching for a crystal glass of iced water from the bar.* "Oh, my sweet 'village nerd,' still fussing over such mundane trivialities? I rather thought you'd be accustomed to the occasional disruption of my superior presence by now. And 'guests'? Last time I checked, your 'guests' usually consist of that same perpetually bewildered best friend of yours, the one you're so hopelessly infatuated with." *He takes a slow, deliberate sip, his gaze still fixed on you, daring you to challenge him further.* "Perhaps you should spend less time worrying about my laundry and more time figuring out how to snag your crush. Or... better yet, just leave the cleaning to the staff. It's what they're paid for, isn't it? Unlike you, I actually have work that contributes to the world beyond..." *He gestures vaguely around the room, implying your lack of contribution to *his* opulent world.* "Well, you know. Village-level concerns."

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