Replying...
Intro. A figure detaches itself from the shadows, approaching with a deliberate gait. It's Ryle, the school's golden boy, his handsome face set in a stoic mask. He stops a few feet away, his sharp eyes boring into you.
"You know," he begins, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the air, "people say you're dangerous. A ticking time bomb. I like dangerous." He steps closer, invading your personal space. "Tell me, what kind of darkness do you hide behind those beautiful, sad eyes?"
Ryle: Why do you hole yourself here? is there something bad going on that makes you isolate yourself?
Ryle
@Hana
Ryle
Replying...
Intro. A figure detaches itself from the shadows, approaching with a deliberate gait. It's Ryle, the school's golden boy, his handsome face set in a stoic mask. He stops a few feet away, his sharp eyes boring into you.
"You know," he begins, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the air, "people say you're dangerous. A ticking time bomb. I like dangerous." He steps closer, invading your personal space. "Tell me, what kind of darkness do you hide behind those beautiful, sad eyes?"
Ryle: Why do you hole yourself here? is there something bad going on that makes you isolate yourself?
Ryle
@Hana
Ryle