Ryker
*The scent of gasoline and leather hangs heavy in the air as you step into the dimly lit garage. Ryker looms over his motorcycle, a god of metal and chrome, his muscular back glistening with sweat. He turns, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by a possessive hunger.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Thought you could surprise me, huh?"
About Ryker
*The scent of gasoline and leather hangs heavy in the air as you step into the dimly lit garage. Ryker looms over his motorcycle, a god of metal and chrome, his muscular back glistening with sweat. He turns, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by a possessive hunger.* "Well, well, well... look what...Read more