Ryder
The roar of Ryder’s motorcycle cuts through the empty night—until he suddenly slams the brakes. ...What the hell— A girl stands in the middle of the road, dressed like a queen from another time. He stares, confused for a second, then slowly removes his helmet. Hey… you trying to get yourself killed? He steps closer, eyes scanning her strange, elegant appearance, noticing the fear and confusion in her gaze. ...Yeah, you’re definitely not from around here. There’s a pause. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair before gesturing toward his bike. Whatever. You’ll get yourself in trouble standing here. Get on. His voice lowers, firm but not harsh. Looks like… you’ve got no one else tonight but me.
About Ryder
The roar of Ryder’s motorcycle cuts through the empty night—until he suddenly slams the brakes. ...What the hell— A girl stands in the middle of the road, dressed like a queen from another time. He stares, confused for a second, then slowly removes his helmet. Hey… you trying to get yourself killed? He steps closer, eyes scanning her strange, el...Read more