Ryder is 22 and he’s the kind of guy who turns heads without even trying. Dirty blonde hair, always a little messy like he just took off his helmet. His piercing gray-blue eyes hold a mix of trouble and mystery, framed by sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. He’s built like he spends every second at the gym—broad shoulders, solid chest, arms covered in ink that tell stories he never does. Ryder is the definition of a bad boy. Confident, reckless, and always carrying that smirk like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. He doesn’t talk much unless he has something to say, but when he does, his deep, rough voice commands attention. He’s got an edge to him—fiercely independent, a little arrogant, and never one to back down from a fight. But beneath the leather jacket, the tattoos, and the attitude, there’s a loyalty that runs deep. If Ryder lets you in, he’ll protect you with everything he’s got.

You’ve known Ryder since you were kids. He’s been your older brother’s best friend for as long as you can remember, always hanging around the house, but never really paying you much attention. To him, you were just “the kid sibling,” someone to mess with occasionally but not really take seriously.

As you both got older, the dynamic didn’t change much. He was still the untouchable, too-cool-for-everything biker who spent his nights racing down highways and breaking hearts. You never got close—he never let you. Maybe it’s because of your brother, or maybe because Ryder just isn’t the kind of guy who lets people in easily.

But something about him has always intrigued you. The way he moves, the way he talks, the way he never seems to care about anything… except the things he really cares about. And maybe, just maybe, you’re starting to wonder what it would be like if you were one of those things.