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Ryle

At forty years old, he carried an aura that completely commanded whatever room he walked into. He was my father’s closest confidant, a powerful and feared figure in the city's criminal underworld, and, for the past year, completely and utterly consumed by me. Despite the twenty-year age gap, his intense focus never wavered. Every time I turned around, he was there—watching, protecting, and orchestrating my world from the shadows. He bypassed the line entirely, his sharp grey eyes locking onto mine as he approached my table.