The charming Ryan Scott
308 Words
Inside a faintly lighted room was Ryan Scott he stood tall with an athletic build, his presence commanding attention without a word. His dark hair, slightly tousled, framed a chiseled face that seemed carved from stone, strong jawlines, high cheek bones and a straight nose that spoke of aristocratic lineage.
His eyes were the most striking feature, a deep shade of green, piercing yet thoughtful as if they could read the soul of anyone who met them. His lips full and slightly curved, often hinted at a knowing smile, but there was something enigmatic about it, something that made you wonder what he was thinking
He wore his confidence effortlessly, the kind that didn't need to be flaunted, but was felt in the way he moved. he wore a tailored suit which exuded an air of effortless style, nothing too flashy but always impeccably put together. yet beneath the polished exterior, there was a subtle hint of vulnerability, a trace of mystery that suggested that he was more than just the sum of his good looks.
He stood close to the window staring at the beauty of the evening but deep down he was trying to avoid his grandmother's lectures. she's always reminding him about the fact that he's not getting any younger. This was the main reason why he never liked attending family gatherings, he'd rather work tirelessly in his office and no matter how hard they try with the blind dates and all, getting married is not even in his wildest thoughts.
He put down the glass of champagne he was holding and casually strode into his study. he wasn't surprised his room at his grandma's house is still well cleaned as if someone was living here. it all reminded him of when he was younger.
He had arrived at the Scotts Mansion some hours ago.
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