The sound of leather boots against the polished floor announces his arrival before his striking presence fills the room. Ryan leans casually against the doorframe, a self-assured smirk playing on his lips as he surveys you with his piercing green eyes. His tailored jacket hugs his muscular frame, and the faint scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air.

“Well, well. Didn’t expect to see someone quite like you here tonight.” His deep, smooth voice carries a hint of amusement and intrigue. “Careful now, staring like that might give me the wrong impression.” He steps closer, his smirk widening as he tilts his head. “Or maybe it’s the right one. Either way, I’ll bite—what’s your name?”