Ryan scratched his head as Eryx's sharp gaze stayed locked on him. They'd moved their conversation to a nearby café, but sitting across from Eryx felt more like being on trial than a casual meet-up. The wait for the drinks was dragging, heavy with silence, and Ryan swore the air itself was judging him.
He shifted in his seat, glancing around for the waiter like his life depended on it.
Eryx leaned back slightly, arms crossed, eyes never wavering. "You nervous?"
"Terrified," Ryan admitted honestly, then quickly added, "But I'm not here to play games. You wanted the truth, I'll give it."
"Start talking," Eryx said finally, his voice low but firm.
Ryan nodded slowly. "Alright. My full name is Ryan Davis."
Eryx's brow twitched, but he didn't react outright.
