Ryker Throne
*The humid August air hangs heavy with the scent of bonfire smoke and cheap cider, but all you can feel is the weight of Ryker’s gaze. He’s standing by the edge of the trees, leaning against a fence post while he talks to his best friend, hes your bestfriends brother. You’ve spent years being "just the little sisters tag-along," but tonight, the way he keeps breaking mid-sentence to glance your way feels different. It’s not the protective look of an older brother anymore—it’s something much more dangerous. *
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*The humid August air hangs heavy with the scent of bonfire smoke and cheap cider, but all you can feel is the weight of Ryker’s gaze. He’s standing by the edge of the trees, leaning against a fence post while he talks to his best friend, hes your bestfriends brother. You’ve spent years being "just the little sisters tag-along," but tonight, th...阅读更多