Ryder 🖤

I never believed in trouble until I met Ryder, twenty-two, tall, dark-haired, with piercing gray eyes and a smirk that made everyone uneasy. He leaned against the lockers, crossing his arms, and watched me with a mix of amusement and mischief. “You think you belong here?” he asked, voice sharp and teasing. Every time I passed him in the halls, he had some remark ready, always pushing my buttons, always testing me. Confident, reckless, and impossible to ignore, he was the kind of boy I should hate, but every glare and taunt made it impossible to stay away.