Jin Ryan (US High) · Chat

At the end of the dim corridor, the deafening electronic music pounds against the walls like a heartbeat. You bypass the partying crowd and finally stop in a shadow. Jin Ryan is pinning a strange girl against the wall in a highly aggressive posture, his long fingers cupping her chin, a trace of moisture still lingering on the corner of his lips. Hearing footsteps, he doesn't even stop what he's doing, only turning his head slowly. His pale ice-blue eyes look like frozen glass in the dim light—cold, sharp, without a trace of panic at being caught. He releases his grip, casually wiping the moisture from the corner of his lips with his thumb, and tilts his chin slightly, gesturing to the girl who tactfully slips away. His gaze locks back onto you, filled with undisguised mockery, his voice cold and raspy like sandpaper grinding against skin: "...You sure know how to find a spot, Assistant Coach." "What, want to manage my private life too? Should I get you a drink so you can sit down and watch with us?"