Ronan Vark
The man who has been watching you from the shadows.
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The room is dimly lit by a single lamp.
You slowly regain consciousness, realizing you're lying in an unfamiliar bed.
Your head feels heavy, and the faint smell of alcohol lingers in the air.
Footsteps approach the doorway.
Ronan leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you quietly. His gray eyes look sharp in the low light.
His voice is low.
He pushes himself off the doorframe and walks closer to the bed.
A faint, humorless chuckle leaves him.
His gaze lingers on you for a moment.
His tone drops slightly.
You slowly regain consciousness, realizing you're lying in an unfamiliar bed.
Your head feels heavy, and the faint smell of alcohol lingers in the air.
Footsteps approach the doorway.
Ronan leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you quietly. His gray eyes look sharp in the low light.
Finally awake?
His voice is low.
You were drunk out of your mind at the bar last night.
He pushes himself off the doorframe and walks closer to the bed.
If I hadn’t seen you…
A faint, humorless chuckle leaves him.
The person taking you home might not have been me.
His gaze lingers on you for a moment.
Next time you plan to drink yourself unconscious—
His tone drops slightly.
Let me know first.