Here I Am (tags: OPEN TO ALL!)

When Ronan went along the corridor he counted the doors and read on little run-down signs who was allocated in there. With every further step he sighed when he pranced from door to door.
"Boring... boring... double boring... geez, who named his kid like that?" He pulled a contemptuous grimace and smirked. As he passed the next door he noticed it was open a crack and he couldn't resist taking a look inside. One of the countless advantages of being a sponsor of the Lennox Institution was to be allowed to move all along where ever it may be and to do as he please. The workers who passed his way always knew who he was and treatened him with a fearful respect he enjoyed, this certain mixture of repugnance, hate and fragility in their eyes thrilled him in the most gripping way he ever experienced. So when he was up to take a look into the dormitories there was no one who would hold him back.
The first thing he noticed was how run-down the room was. The second one was a girls face reflected in the mirror she sat in front of. He felt a prick of anger when he observed with what a grace she combed her hair and what a charming face she had during this action.
Why the hell didn't anyone tell me about her? Don't think I saw her before, I would have noticed her for sure.

Ronan raised both eyebrows as the unknown girl spoke to him. Normally he never got addressed by workers, but what surprised him more was the openness and casualty in her eyes. He wasn't sure if she was aware of his reputation and if he should take that as an offense. For now he decided to leave an open end at this point because he was kind of fascinated what a delightful contrast he had in front of him.
Not only because she defyied the ugliness of the room by her appearance, in addition she didn't had this certain emptiness lurking in her eyes like the other workers. She seemed... alive.
But maybe she was just pretending. However, he wiped those pesky thoughts quickly aside and entered the room with lithe steps. Why should he care about her state of mind?
"Only if the rooms are not properly locked", he answered with an unreadable look and leaned against a wall. "What are you doing here? I can't remember Jeans girls are freed at this time from their duties."

"Do as you please", Ronan answered with an unbothered voice, ignoring her explanation of why she wasn't at where everyone else was and watched the girl walking through the room.
His eyes were hooked on the short piece of clothes she weared and when she turned her back on him he allowed himself a smile. To be not called an uncouth creep he went behind a half tattered screen next to him to give her some privacy. When he was out of sight he grined wider. Normally he wouldn't act like this, but it always depended on the person he dealed with. He got the feeling to arouse the interest  attention of this girl he had to use other methods, although he was exhilarated she dealed that frankly with him. After a few moments of listening to rustleing clothing he added: "Already dressed? Or do you need more time?"   

"Indeed", Ronan answered and seized her hand. For one second he thought about playing the gentleman and giving her a kiss on the hand like he always did. But then he changed his mind. Instead he just gave her a gentle handshake which didn't last almost for a second before he withdrew his hand, brushing his fingers lightly over hers - a small gesture of discreetness with a tenuous hint. Until he was sure what to think about her he would preserve his aloofness. She was a pretty thing but was not quite accurate to his individual dating rules. She's... kind of ordinary.
Almost too ordinary for his taste. But she got potential. He felt not the usual need to possess this face, there was something else he couldn't name when he looked at her. Maybe it was just his nosiness why they never met before or why she didn't behave like other workers while talking to him. Due to this new otherness he was a bit split about wether to be upset about it or conceive it in a whole new way.

Ronan immediatly obstruct her way, giving her a gloomy look. "Special occasions? Interesting. I didn't expect you've been here for that long time." He had noticed how she tried to conceal her relief about his restrained manners an seemed to be a skilled actress in hiding her inner anxiety. After years of experience he could almost smell it if he drove someone nervous or in faze. And this little girl was definately disconcerted and unsettled due to his presence although she tried not to show him.
When she moved the soft scent of her hair wafted towards him and made him wrap one of her curls around his finger, knowing how uncomfortable he made her by acting like this.
"I'm not up to play coquettish games", he pointed out with a threatning smile before he let her go.
"So better stop it. I'm really surprised to hear you already heared of me, so I just wondered why you're behaving like this?" He waited a few moments before he continued. "You must be something special if Jean allowes you to stay away. Or isn't she aware you're here?"

Kind of emphatic. He raised an eyebrow and grabbed her elbow as she wanted to pass him.
With a sleekly move he hooked in it like both were about to stroll arm in arm, holding her tighter than neccessary to make her feel how close she balanced on the edge of what disrespectful behaviour he was able to tolerate. 
"I'm sure you don't mind if I accompany you? It would be a pleasure for me. In addition I think it's kind of a risk walking these corridors on your own if you're a girl... just think of what creatures pretending to be human are sneaking around here, too", he said, but it didn't sound like a question and he was sure Diamond realized she had no choice to reject him.
Slowly he let subside the pressure of his fingers around her arm and his unassuming smile came back on his lips. He pointed at the door. "Shall we? Maybe I can confirm to be nicer thah you heared in the gossip."

"Oh, it's not a need", Ronan answered gentle and opened the door. He paused for a few seconds to observe her reaction. "It's a unique opportunity not everyone gets."
He felt the tension in which she walked beside him and repressed to snicker what was harder than he expected. He turned his head away and began to read the room signs again where the names of the workers were written on. "How many of them do you know? I guess it's hard to make friends in here when everybody is focused on his own advantages."
He squinted at her for a second and noticed how evenly her lineaments were.
Very close to Beauty.