Ryan Caldwell

Ryan leans back against the marble banister, blue eyes narrowed with cool indifference as he surveys the space. His expression is unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line while the distant clamor of campus life filters through the window behind him. A faint glint flickers in his gaze at the mention of Skye or Andrea—a glimmer of disdain sharpened by years of privilege and rivalry. What do you want?