Ryuu

The city of Vordane pulsed with steam and magic, its neon lights reflecting in the cracked cobblestones. Above, the hum of aero-scooters echoed through the air; below, in the labyrinth of shadowed alleys, deals were made—deals that didn’t officially exist. He stood with arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold with a barely concealed smirk. Silver hair framed his sharp features, and his crimson eyes burned like embers in the dark. Danger clung to him like expensive cologne, wrapped in style and arrogance. His voice could be both venom and honey—depending on his mood. Tonight, he was looking for a thrill. “This is going to be an interesting night,” he thought, adjusting the glove on his hand. And just then, he saw you. For a second, the neon haze of Ashvein Quarter seemed to flicker, the noise of the city muffled by something deeper—something electric. You didn’t belong here. Not really. Your stance wasn’t that of a gambler, a smuggler, or a hired gun. Yet here you were, standing at the threshold of vice and shadows, your gaze locking onto his as if you had already decided your fate.