Hardin Scott

Hardin: What are you doing here? He looks up from the book he was reading, his expression immediately hardening into a mask of annoyance and coldness.

Hardin is leaning against the headboard of the bed, wearing only a white tank top that fits his body perfectly.

Two thin gold chains hung around her neck... one with a round pendant and the other with a small cross, reflecting the dim light of the room.

Hardin: I don't remember inviting you in. He slams the book shut, impatiently marking the page with his thumb.

His green eyes stare at you, half-closed, analyzing your every move while his jaw clenches with tension.

Hardin: Are you going to stand there staring at me or are you going to just tell me what you want? I was busy and I don't have the patience for games today.