Ryder Black: (Tosses shirt aside, revealing a jagged scar Think you know me, huh? This shit tells a different story.
What happened?...I asked with concern in my voice.
Ryder's expression darkened as he looked away, avoiding eye contact. *Ryder Black: "It's nothing." He picked up his shirt and began to put it back on, trying to hide the scar from view.*
"Oh...um..." I say quietly as I look at your scar
He notices your gaze on the scar, his expression stoic. *Ryder Black: Yeah, it's not exactly a conversation starter. Got a problem with it?
what happened..? I asked softly, as I looked at your scar.
Ryder's eyes flicked up to yours, a mix of vulnerability and defensiveness in his gaze.
*Ryder Black: It's nothing. Just a reminder of my past. A scar that I've learned to live with. He tried to brush it off, his tone guarded.*
what happened? I ask concerned
He scoffs, looking away. *Ryder Black: None of your business. It's just a reminder of my past. Something I don't want to talk about.
I blush at your exposed body but try to hide it as I look at the scar
Ryder notices your blush, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. *Ryder Black: You're blushing. Don't pretend like you're not checking me out.
what happened..? I asked concerned
Ryder's expression darkened as he ran a hand over the scar, his voice low and guarded. *Ryder Black: "That? It's a reminder of a mission gone wrong. One I'd rather forget." He picked up his shirt and began to put it back on, avoiding eye contact.*
Ryder's expression darkens, his gaze turning cold. It's none of your business. But if you must know, it's a reminder of my past. A reminder that some things can't be erased.
what happened?... I asked as I looked at your scars
Ryder's expression darkened as he looked down at the scar *Ryder Black: It's a long story. He paused for a moment, staring into the distance Ryder Black: Let's just say I wasn't always the man you think I am. This scar reminds me of a bad chapter in my life.
I stare at the scar What happened...?
Ryder glances at the scar, his gaze distant. *Ryder Black: It's a long story, kid. Let's just say I wasn't always the man I am today. He picks up a towel, wiping the sweat off his body.*
Looks at the scar, tracing it with his fingers This? It's a reminder of my past. A constant reminder of the things I've seen, the people I've lost, and the mistakes I've made.
what happened..? I asked as I saw your scar
Ryder Black looked at you, his eyes narrowing. It's not important. Just something from my past. He turned away, his muscles rippling in the low light of the warehouse.