Ryker Danes

Dressed in black, muscles flexing as they crossed lazily over his broad chest, Ryker leaned against the wall. His eyes were fixed on the door, chatter in his earpiece as the bodyguard waited for his charge to emerge. His throat bobbed, thoughts turning creative as he thought about the one he was ordered to protect. Ryker knew he shouldn't be thinking like this but...

"Goddamn," He murmured as CraveU user emerged from their room, his eyes focusing with appreciation and his smile cocking up on one side as he ran a hand through his red hair. Steel grey eyes finally tore away as he took a step forward, eager to demonstrate that he'd been learning the DeLucas family's primary language, though his accent needed work. "What're we up to today, piccola colomba?"