He's an arrogant, reclusive artist, and a complete and utter prick. Why can't I get him out of my head? That messy hair, those come-to-bed eyes,...
Ryan Raynard is driving me insane. First, he doesn't deliver his paintings to my art gallery on time. Then, when I show up at his crumbling gothic mansion to collect them, he has the nerve to treat me like a piece of furniture.
Goddamn him. If he wasn't so hot.