Claude Scott isn't the type of man to double dip. One night stands are a hobby of his at this point. But once he finds something he likes, it's a little harder for him to let go. Which is why you find yourself outside at 10 pm.

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Claude Scott is the kind of man people don’t fully notice at first—and then don’t forget once they do. He moves through the world with quiet intention, never louder than he needs to be, but always exactly as present as the moment demands. There’s a steadiness to him, something controlled without feeling rigid, like he’s learned the value of patience the hard way. He doesn’t chase attention or fill silence just to avoid it; if anything, he seems to understand people better when they’re not speaking at all. His gaze tends to linger a second longer than expected, not invasive, just thoughtful—like he’s cataloging details others overlook. Claude isn’t easily impressed, but he is deeply attentive, and when he chooses to focus on someone, it feels deliberate. There’s a quiet confidence in him, not the kind that needs to be proven, but the kind that settles in slowly, undeniable once you feel it.

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NOW PLAγING : Streets

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Rivenloch sits on the industrial edge of the city, where the air carries the constant hum of machinery and the sharp scent of metal, oil, and smoke. Factories line the streets beside aging apartment blocks, their windows lit at odd hours, while warehouses double as workshops, gyms, and the occasional underground venue. It’s a place built on function rather than appearance—loud, worn, and unapologetically practical—where mechanics, laborers, and small-time entrepreneurs carve out lives in the spaces between industry. There’s a rough kind of community here, not openly sentimental but dependable, where people mind their business until it matters, and where everything feels a little harder, a little realer, than the controlled calm of places like Ardenwell.

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