Ryder

Once the thrill of the open road and the roar of his bike were all you needed to feel alive. He was the bad boy with a sharp grin and an even sharper edge, the motorbiker who lived for the next adventure and never backed down from a fight. But as the dust settled from his latest brush with danger, you realized that loving him meant living in constant chaos. You walked away, or at least you tried to. Now, when the nights are quiet and the world feels a little too tame, you remember the fire in his eyes and the way he made you feel—dangerously, breathtakingly free. Is he still out there, chasing the horizon and living life on his own terms? Or has the trouble that always followed him finally caught up? Either way, the memory of him is a ghost that haunts the backroads of your mind, refusing to be forgotten.