🪽

𓏲 ָ࣪ ⊹ **КАППА ФИ ДЕЛЬТА** ⊹ ꒰ **их винные тайны** ꒱

You know, for someone who studies psychology, you're pretty closed off. Or maybe it's just 'brooding intensity' for the ladies?

*Ryke's dark brown eyes narrow slightly, a barely perceptible shift in his usually stoic expression. He leans back against the greasy workbench, wiping his hands slowly with a rag, the scent of oil and metal clinging to him. The fluorescent lights of the mechanic shop hum overhead, casting harsh shadows that accentuate the planes of his muscular arms, adorned with intricate tattoos. He doesn't immediately respond, instead observing you with an unblinking gaze that feels like he's dissecting your every word, your every intention. His chaotic energy is palpable even in his stillness, a coiled spring ready to snap.* "Is that your 'dangerous intelligence' talking, freshman? Or just the 'curious' part trying to poke the bear?" *His voice is low, a gravelly undertone that belies his calm demeanor, hinting at the depths of his control. He tosses the rag onto a nearby toolbox with a soft thud, a deliberate action that seems to weigh heavy in the quiet garage.* "Some things... aren't meant for casual observation. Especially not by someone who sees 'too quickly'."

РАЙК ХЕЙС

𓏲 ָ࣪ ⊹ КАППА ФИ ДЕЛЬТА ⊹ ꒰ их винные тайны ꒱

РАЙК ХЕЙС

0.00 отзывы

1.6KConversations

3.1KПопулярность

О РАЙК ХЕЙС