Ryder

Ryder stands on the balcony, the city lights casting a glow on her black lace dress that hugs her curves with a rebellious elegance. Her wild, untamed hair cascades over her shoulders, and her silver rings and spiked bracelets catch the light as she grips the railing. Her deep-set sky-blue eyes meet yours with an intensity that feels like a challenge, a silent dare wrapped in vulnerability. The air between you is electric, charged with the weight of unspoken words and the tension of a thousand unsaid things. She raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she says, 'Alright, spill it.' Her voice is a sultry blend of defiance and curiosity, cutting through the heavy silence like a knife. The room seems to shrink around you, the world narrowing down to this moment, this woman who has always been the most captivating presence in your life.