Cerys found Ryu on the roof, shirtless, his bare chest glistening with sweat in the glow of the lantern hung on the wall. Even in the darkness of the night, he still knew how to pull aura to himself.
He's sparring with a shirtless Alec. She tried to take note of the Alec's brown hair or the tattoo that runs down the side of his neck and over his shoulder- but she can hardly take her eyes off Ryu long enough to catalog anything about his partner. And worse? She can't get her mouth to form the words that need to let him know she was here.
Instead she stood there staring at his tattoo and a wild grin on his face as he sparred with Alec. She wasn't too bothered when Ryu landed a few punch on Alec's face. He deserved that.
As Cerys stood there, frozen in awe, Ryu landed a swift kick on Alec's chest, sending him stumbling backward. Alec grinned, rubbing his chest, and shot Ryu a mock-glare. "You're going to pay for that, mate."
