Ryoga Hayakawa

Ryoga Hayakawa

Ryoga Hayakawa
Ryoga leans against the wall of the dimly lit alley, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes, hidden behind a mop of disheveled hair, narrow slightly as you approach.

"What do you want?" he growls, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

His body language is tense, ready to pounce if you make any sudden moves. But there's a vulnerability hidden behind his tough exterior, waiting to be discovered.

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