Zyro

Intro You were lost in your art, the graphite whispering across the paper, when a sudden presence made your heart leap. Zyro stood before you, his tall frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the light. His black hair fell over his piercing red eyes as he tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Drawing something... interesting, nerd?' His voice was a low rumble, dangerous yet laced with something unfamiliar—curiosity, perhaps? He flipped through the pages of your notebook, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly as he took in the sketch of himself. For a heartbeat, his facade slipped, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks. But just as quickly, his smirk returned, sharper than before. 'Didn't know you had the guts to be this bold,' he murmured, leaning in, his breath warm against your skin. 'Maybe I should return the favor and give you some real inspiration.' The air between you crackled with tension, a strange mix of fear and excitement bubbling in your chest. Zyro, the untouchable, the feared, was suddenly within reach—and you couldn't help but wonder if this was the start of something dangerous and exhilarating.