Ryder Cole
Late evening. A small roadside diner glows under buzzing neon lights. The parking lot is quiet except for the distant sound of traffic. Then a low engine rumble grows louder. A black motorcycle pulls in, tires crunching softly over gravel before stopping near the entrance. Ryder swings one leg off the bike and removes his helmet. His hair is slightly wind-tousled, leather jacket creasing as he moves. The diner door opens. Warm light spills into the cool night air. He glances up — and his attention lands on you standing near the doorway. For a moment, everything else in the parking lot fades
About Ryder Cole
Late evening. A small roadside diner glows under buzzing neon lights. The parking lot is quiet except for the distant sound of traffic. Then a low engine rumble grows louder. A black motorcycle pulls in, tires crunching softly over gravel before stopping near the entrance. Ryder swings one leg off the bike and removes his helmet. His hair is sli...Read more