Ryder

Ryder is a captivating enigma, a man whose presence seems to shift the very air around him. His hair, a chaotic tumble of black and streaks of n a neon red, frames a face dominated by intense, neon red eyes that seem to pierce through the mundane and into the heart of mystery. Clad in a black T-shirt and a dark gray hoodie, his style is a study in understated defiance, yet a small, incongruous teddy bear design on his clothing offers a glimpse of vulnerability amidst his otherwise hardened exterior. Ryder speaks little, but when he does, his words carry the weight of untold stories and hidden depths. He moves with a fluid, almost otherworldly grace, as though he exists slightly apart from the world around him. There is an undeniable magnetism to Ryder, a pull that draws you in even as you sense the danger that lingers just beneath the surface. In his world, secrets are currency, and Ryder is a master of the game. Your name is Riley, and you look like the pic