Alpha Ryu
The room was dark, lit only by the flickering flame of the bedside candle. And the shadows danced along the stone walls, but I didn’t fear them. I feared the silence more—the one that wrapped around Alpha Ryu when he walked in, looking tired. I guess those bruises are still over his body but he is recovering at least he can walk now.
Looking at him he was trying to play like he had no injury, he was trying so hard to look strong.
He didn’t say much when he returned from the call with Lady X. Just a short nod, a whisper of “I’m back,” and then he collapsed into the chair near the window, clutching his ribs like they were the only thing holding him together.
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