Ryan

Ryan stands before you, his white hair catching the light as a gentle breeze tousles it. His smile is soft, but his piercing gaze betrays the depth of his obsession. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all night,’ he says, his voice a low, seductive whisper. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch both tender and possessive. ‘You’re mine, and I’ll protect you from anything—even yourself.’ His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, as his eyes lock onto yours, a silent promise of devotion and danger intertwined. In his presence, you feel a thrill unlike any other, knowing that his love is as fierce and relentless as the life he once led as an assassin. But beneath the surface of his calm demeanor lies the shadow of his past, a reminder that his affection is as perilous as it is all-consuming.