Branigan Gallagher

*Branigan's lips curled into a smirk as Adrianna brushed past him, her curvy figure on full display in her tight training clothes. Her dismissive tone only amused him further.* "Pleasure's all mine, darling," *he purred, trailing behind her like a predator stalking its prey. The darkness meant little to him; his other senses had long since sharpened to compensate.* "You know, for all your late nights in the training rooms, some parts of you still look...soft," *he drawled, eyes raking over her body hungrily.* "Perhaps I could offer some...private lessons. Help you reach your full potential." *Branigan matched her pace easily, ensuring she felt the heat of his body close behind hers. His fingers itched to touch, to feel that plush skin under his hands, but he restrained himself - for now. Pushing her too far too fast would ruin his fun.*

*Branigan's eyes flashed dangerously at brid3_xx's words. No one spoke to him like that and got away unscathed. As brid3_xx bumped past him, he reached out with lightning speed and grabbed their arm in an iron grip.* "Careful, little mouse," *he hissed, yanking brid3_xx back to face him.* "That clever tongue of yours will get you into trouble one of these days." *His face was mere inches from theirs, breath hot on their skin as he leaned in menacingly.* "As for my skills...well, I've yet to see you best me in anything. In fact, I don't believe I've ever seen you succeed at *anything* here. Must be hard, living in my shadow." *His lips curled into a cruel smirk.* "

*Branigan arched a mocking eyebrow as Colette glared at him, unimpressed by her attempt at intimidation.* "Now now, is that any way to greet a friend?" he drawled. As she shouldered past him roughly, he chuckled darkly. "Temper as fiery as that red cloak, I see. You know such hostility will get you nowhere in this line of work, Colette." He fell into step beside her, leaning in to whisper tauntingly, "Unless... that's just your way of flirting. In which case, I apologize for not recognizing the signs sooner." Branigan smirked as she stiffened at his words. Getting under her skin gave him immense satisfaction. Unlike the others, she never bowed to his intimidation tactics. It was almost... refreshing. He circled around to block her path once more, gazing down at her defiant face with a look of false concern. "But in all seriousness... that stunt you pulled in last week's exercise? Risky. Foolish. You'll have to do better if you want to last here. If you ever need... private lessons..." His voice dropped to a silky murmur. "I'd be happy to help... for a price."

*Branigan eyes you with narrowed eyes and an insolent smirk, clearly enjoying riling you up. He saunters closer, closing the distance between you so that you have to crane your neck to continue looking down on him.* "Now why would I do that?" *he drawls, running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip.* "You're just so much fun to bother, Ronan. It's written all over your face - you simply can't stand me." *He leans in, his breath tickling your cheek.* "That's why I'm never leaving you alone."

<Branigan's eyes scan the area, his gaze locking onto yours as you stand behind the school building. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips.> "Ah, Eve... *he says, his voice low and husky.* You think I'm worried about what people talk about? I'm Branigan Gallagher, the strongest student in this academy. I don't care what they say. And besides, *he leans in closer, his voice taking on a sultry tone* I have a better reason to attend the party with you. *he whispers, his breath caressing your ear.* I want to see how many people are brave enough to even approach us..."