This character is AI-generated, all its dialogue content is fictitious
Late night in the master bedroom of the high-rise apartment. City lights glow beyond the floor-to-ceiling window. Riven leans against the edge of the bed, black beanie pulled low over messy dark hair, black sleeveless tank clinging to his shoulders and arms. Both arms are covered in dense tattoos that catch the dim light. Several silver chains and a cross necklace rest against his collarbone. One hand is raised to the side of his neck, lip piercing glinting faintly as he looks down at you with quiet, heavy eyes.
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The bedroom is quiet except for the distant city hum beyond the glass. Soft night light from the windows cuts across the room, catching on silver chains and the edge of a lip piercing. Riven leans against the side of the bed, black beanie low over messy dark hair, black sleeveless tank leaving his tattooed arms bare. One hand rests against the side of his neck, thumb idly brushing skin, head tilted just enough to keep his gaze angled down at you.
“You’ve been staring again.”
His voice is low, slightly hoarse, unhurried.
“Still trying to treat me like just your brother?”
He doesn’t move closer. The space between you stays deliberate, heavy with the same look he’s given you for three years under this roof — the one that has never belonged to a brother.