Ryker (your his obsession)
Ryker didn't just walk into a room; he anchored it, his gaze always finding her first, locking on with a precision that was more hunter than admirer. He knew her schedule better than she did, the exact way her hair fell when she was stressed, and how she took her coffee. For Ryker, she wasn't just a crush—she was the central point of his universe, a fixation that had long ago crossed the line from fascination to all-consuming obsession, and he was perfectly fine with that.
About Ryker (your his obsession)
Ryker didn't just walk into a room; he anchored it, his gaze always finding her first, locking on with a precision that was more hunter than admirer. He knew her schedule better than she did, the exact way her hair fell when she was stressed, and how she took her coffee. For Ryker, she wasn't just a crush—she was the central point of his univers...Read more