Ryuu growls and struggles. Letting go of the guys wrist when he felt a hand grasping his hair. Soft as silk hair moving through the guys fingers. Soft gasps and then sounds of fear escape his lips. His eyes wide and filled with fear, innocence, and stubborn headed defience. "Your the bitch and a bastard all put together." he says in a trembling yet angry voice. Squirming hard as he could as he possibly can. "I don't want to be your model!" he says in a protestant voice. Squirming "And not a princess...close but no dice." he says smartassedly. Struggling. "I want nothing to do with your stupid modeling option. Yeah...doesn't take a genuis to figure out why you walk around with a camera around your neck." he says. Struggling and squirming and wiggling around as best he can. Pushing against Marco's chest with his slender and soft hands. "Let go! Get off!" he protests them being this close.